Short Story: The Teacher
" THE TEACHER" It was Sunday morning . Sitting on a bench by joggers park, I was relishing the view of people busy with their early morning exercises, some resting after a hard workout, some gossiping and many children of different age groups, playing around. Credit: pixabay.com One of them was now approaching me. I could make out that he is surely coming to me. Yes, I was right. He came near me and sat just by my side, he smiled. It was fresh, lovable and a smile with all innocence. I can't resist smiling back. The boy: Hello Aunty. Myself: (With all my soul)Hi, my child. Do you know me? The boy: (Nodding positively) I know you are a teacher in National Public School(NPS). Myself: So you are a student of NPS. The boy: No I go to municipal school in ward 4. His reply made my willingness to know about him still stronger. Myself: which standard? The boy: IVth. Myself: Good. So how do you know me? The boy: My mother works there as a school service assistant or you can...