He stares at the mossy, Wet walls of the old village school. After staying in the city since his birth,7 yo Shyam felt it is strange that the school boundary did not have any cartoon characters drawn on them.

"Come, hurry up. He is not going to be there the whole day", said Deepthi, Shyam's mother.
They scurried towards the main gate and entered the old school.
Shyam didnot like the appearance of the school at all.
They entered a room that had a nameplate
that read, "Head Master Visweshwar Prasad".

He is a man in his sixties, thin and fragile stature and his glasses were bigger than his face.
He looked somewhat funny to Shyam. Shyam smirked.
"Deepthi!! it has been so long, my child. How are you?. I heard about it. I'm sorry for your loss", he showed them the two chairs placed opposite to him.
Deepti and Shyam settled down.
"I hope, you know that we...