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"School and her"
After months of hard work and running around, I finally managed to change schools. Hostel life was over, and now I had to start afresh. When I entered the classroom, I noticed a girl with the most beautiful eyes secretly staring at me. She sat in the front like a well-behaved teacher's pet, and her round eyes seemed to pierce my soul. We locked eyes until the class teacher entered.
After my introduction to the class, the teacher asked Nisha to assist me in catching up with the curriculum. Nisha, a plain, simple, hardworking girl, was kind and open, despite my unease from coming from a boys' hostel and talking to a girl for the first time. I struggled to speak much, and she seemed to think I was slow and dull, but little did she know.
I later learned that Nisha wasn't particularly bright or scholarly, and she had a difficult home life with a drunkard father who would beat her mother. As she shared her story, I sat motionless, feeling the weight of 50 students in the room, and watched as drops of sweat dotted her neck and passed through her bosom in the scorching heat.
At the end of the class, Nisha eagerly sought every detail about our subjects and the current topics being taught. I thanked her, and she smiled back. In that moment, I thanked her again, realizing she had reignited the lights and colors of joy in my life.
© SekhonZ
After my introduction to the class, the teacher asked Nisha to assist me in catching up with the curriculum. Nisha, a plain, simple, hardworking girl, was kind and open, despite my unease from coming from a boys' hostel and talking to a girl for the first time. I struggled to speak much, and she seemed to think I was slow and dull, but little did she know.
I later learned that Nisha wasn't particularly bright or scholarly, and she had a difficult home life with a drunkard father who would beat her mother. As she shared her story, I sat motionless, feeling the weight of 50 students in the room, and watched as drops of sweat dotted her neck and passed through her bosom in the scorching heat.
At the end of the class, Nisha eagerly sought every detail about our subjects and the current topics being taught. I thanked her, and she smiled back. In that moment, I thanked her again, realizing she had reignited the lights and colors of joy in my life.
© SekhonZ
