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She kept looking at Baba with a new found admiration and love . She would go home and tell her Mom and brother, that her Baba was no mean man. He was their unsung hero.
He knew what to answer in school, his heart beat pounded rapidly and he started to sweat all over. After a minute, with an innocent face he replied politely; heart beat returned to normalcy but bowels still looking for a problem.
The author describes his childhood days spent in an upper primary school. He was punished and made a cock His headmaster saw and allowed to go after a task.
When my boy ended his part, applauds were all around, even self-esteemed ‘Mrs.Hembala’ applauded with a smile. I was fascinated,
This Hindi story is part of my grandmother’s diary. This is a true life incident where the teachers taught right path of life to her by behaving differently.
Mathematics, I hated from the core of my heart with all sincerity. I had been neglectful of the arithmetical evil until last year’s examination
“That is exactly what I am talking about; you should each present to me a piece, that should have traces of you, as ravish said kind of signature”
We had to search for a report card in the whole campus. I felt like going back to home but I couldn’t because of this mission of finding a single piece of paper
The class room adorned a silence as if Sachin was just dismissed for a duck. Someone in the back mumbled it was not in the syllabus
The annual magazine for the school was to be launched—the notice inferred. Students were welcome with their creativity—poem, painting, story, etc