YOU MAY PRINT THIS IF YOU LIKE
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❣ SUMEDH'S POV  ❣

Today I can still visualize him taking classes in the classroom no - 11D. A gentleman with a dignified personality and with impeccable knowledge of history. All the students except me listened to his lecture with a rapt attention. He actually was our history teacher from class VIII. I was the first bencher. Every day he asked me some typical questions from different chapters. Most of the days I remained standstill without an answer. He rebuked me a lot and complained to my parents. I gradually started to hate history as well as his presence. I was promoted to class IX with very poor marks in history. On the very first day in class IX, he asked my score and insulted me in front of the whole class. I became furious, but endured up without saying anything. In the parents’ meeting, he gave a demeaning feedback about me. I was scolded at home. My mom taught me at home.

Just about a month was left before the annual exam. I strongly believed that he had a strong grudge against me. BUT all my hard feelings were done away with, when I went to seek some tips from him along with my friends. He blessed me with a gentle backslap and said “I LOVE THEM THE BEST WHOM I SCOLD SO MUCH”. It was an indication for me. I don’t know who did make it out but I did. Those words reverberate in my ears even today. I used to study history most of the time, took it up a challenge and gave my best efforts in the final exam. My mother went to the school to take the final mark sheet, she was in ecstasy. For the first time I was overjoyed to see my score in history. I had scored the highest in my section and Abhilash bhaiya praised me a lot. I could not pay any attention to his praise for which I feel guilty about even today.

One day I heard from my Mathematics teacher, she told us, "Abhilash is not well, he will be undergoing a surgery." I did not like to go to school, I was hopeful about his recovery. But his condition was gradually worsening. I kept my fingers crossed... two days later to my utter dismay I got the news of his death. I was really taken aback... time stood still in the history class... without an answer. I could not recognize his feeling for me. He had given a stern answer silently. I am still carrying the pent up emotions within myself as I could not tell him my success story 'my success story.. my score's could not see him after loving him. Then if I may find some solace.

With this I want to stop my words, I said to my childhood friend who sat besides me at the bank of the lake. We met after a long time, and suddenly she is looking for a new story as she is a famous writer now. So, I ask her that "you may print this if you like".................

~ THE END ~

【Me still being nostalgic about my school (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)
Btw Abhilash bhaiya is the teacher here! 
(Just random names taken up)】

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