Sunday, 28 May 2017

Mini Tale



'Where is your assignment?' I asked him.
He adjusted his glasses properly, rubbed his nose with his hand and stood up.
'I have not done,' he replied after wasting my precious five minutes.
'He is a slow learner,' the class shouted in unison.
'He is not a slow learner. He is my special child. And students do remember that slow and steady wins the race,' I said and patted on his back. 

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