A Teacher’s day

​He went to the door with puffed eyes to see the students going  out ,completing the fifth class. He thought  he would never meet them again and tears splashed the dusky face that  seems villian to the kids ,also splashed the dusty ruler that left impressions on everyone’s palm and fate.

 The memory and eyes that now grew weak, still tried forming  images of them on the gate. Slowly the gate bangs and the new children arrives the primary school with the small water bottles  swinging like a pendulum  on the neck and tiffin with semi_closed lids greasing  the  bag .

The soul of the headmaster gets excited and sprangs to the gate for welcoming the guests.


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