Class Eight

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The story is a flashback into the teenage life. Its the events that happen in our teenage that decide how we shall turn out as a person. This story is about one such event.

Submitted: July 04, 2016

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It was a fine evening and due to the social life I had at my tuition (which seemed pretty awesome at that time), I was in a jolly mood after the class. Daily, after our tuition was over, we had a meet-up session outside this lane called Janakpuri, where we would stand with our cycles and discuss the happenings of the day, made fun of our teachers, and cracked all those teenage jokes, firmly believing that we were the coolest kids in the entire country, in the entire world perhaps. Amid our session that day, an old man who was walking by interrupted our ‘gossip’, enquiring about our studies. The man was exceptionally calm, yet bold with his beliefs and knowledge. Knowledge about science as well as about life, knowledge which was reflected in the way he talked. He told us about himself and surprisingly, he was older than any of our parents, older than the grandparents of some of us. He told us about his younger days, and how he used to give tuitions to one of our senior’s dad. He even offered to give us chemistry tuition, for free, if we wanted to learn. The offer seemed pretty tempting to some of us but the urge to spend yet another hour with a book wasn’t exactly what a student like in that age would have. What we failed to acknowledge back then was that feeling we got when we saw someone believing in us. The faith the old guy placed in us that day was something that encouraged us, a group of teenagers, to learn as much as we can in order to live our life with dignity and as a responsible citizen of this country. Today, being old enough to understand the various aspects of life, when I look back down the memory lane on that day, I realize how the old man must have felt when he offered to teach us free of cost; how he wanted to give something back, to this society, in whichever way possible. Flashbacks like this remind me how much life has changed and how far I’ve come.


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