End Of Term So soon a term which seemed like a long journey on the first day is coming to an end. Funny enough, the teacher himself is full of joy which should have rather been the mood of his pupils. Standing just by a student who is busily putting pen to paper. Fully concentrated on what she is writing, I could feel a strange look of difficulty from her pen. What other paper might they be writing than "almighty" Mathematics. When I was young and untill now it has been a general view that "Maths" is not for the feminine. Its seems funny to me because I have seen real boys who run for their lives whenever this subject of calculations comes up. With all these thoughts, I reflected on my days at primary school where u feel that "unnecessary pressure" of a teacher-friend standing by you looking critically at your paper. I think I will be her worse teacher for those few seconds staring at her paper. Feeling the sweat in her fingers holding her pen, I ...
Life gets loud sometimes. The only way sometimes is to type it all to the listening ear of a stranger and hope that someone understands.