I left the school but not the kid.
As we began to climb the steep hill, a gentle breeze embraced us softly. The trees around us danced delicately. I wished they could belly dance. But alas! they were all congenitally disabled to do that. We stopped at the village school. I met the children and made them laugh. I asked them what they wanted to be. A teacher, an engineer, a lawyer, a cricketer, a farmer, or a doctor? Only one, someone from the last row, answered, “I wanna be a doctor.” His friends giggled. I waved my hand to call him, but he didn’t get up. “He is a spastic child, sir,” interrupted the teacher. “Oh! But he is not a tree. He will walk. I know how to mend his legs, surgically. He will sure be a doctor like me, one day.”
I left the school but not the kid.
Sanghmitra
23/9/2017 08:29:50 am
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