It was my first day in school. I was sitting on the first bench in the class with a girl, who later became my first crush of life. That day something happened, which shouldn’t have taken place in first.
I was making some stuff in my notebook, alphabets and all. I was sort of happy. All that noise of chitchatting was giving me feeling of being surrounded and safe. Suddenly everybody fall silent and stood at their respective places. I didn’t. I looked around, so found that a fat old lady was standing right in front of my desk and my teacher who was looking quite gracious before, became pale and silent.
But suddenly she said, “Prabhat, Stand up. Don’t you have any manner or respect of your elders? She is principal of this school.”