But the children en
masse disliked her but she was not perturbed. Her class was always
serious with no light-hearted banter and she came down heavily on any kid
trying to be flippant. She never touched any child but her tongue was
rapier-like. She was not endowed with good looks though many held that could be
why she remained a spinster. She was lean and scrawny and the thick glasses she
wore made her figure not a pretty sight. Sadly, she paid no attention
to her dress also.
Her colleagues in the staff room gave her a wide berth though she did nothing to merit such a mean treatment. As a result, she was seen sitting alone in a corner poring over a book or a paper while the room was filled with riotous laughter and banter from others. She never smiled either in the class or in the staff room. Her eyebrows were knit in what looked like a constant frown. In short, she had no friends.
That particular day her mood was nastier than usual. That was the last period
for the day. She put questions on the lessons she taught the previous day as
she did daily. When the boys and girls failed to give satisfactory answers, her
anger erupted and was followed by a stern order asking them all to stand up
with hands folded for the rest of the class while she revised the lessons, she
taught earlier. The children were not amused and one could see the hate in
their eyes. When the bell rang there were shouts of relief and joy with the
children making a beeline for the door.
Vinay saw the teacher walking slowly with a bag heavy with notebooks of the children. She was
seen stopping every ten steps and shifting the weighty bag from one shoulder to
the other. He felt pity for the teacher, though he was also the one amongst
those who stood the last hour in the class. He increased his pace to
reach her and said,” Ma’am, can I please carry your bag up to your
home?”
“I can carry my bag. I don’t need
your assistance” she replied curtly.
“I know ma’am. I still wish to
carry it for you as you seem to find it heavy” he answered her.
“Don’t pester me. Don’t you
understand that I do not need your help? Go home” she said with certain
irritation and finality as she started walking.
Vinay kept following her at a
safe distance though he could have gone back home. It was then he saw to his
shock his teacher trip over a stone and fall flat with the notebooks and papers
spilling. He ran towards her and lent his hand to make her sit. He collected
and put the scattered notebooks and papers in the bag and hung the bag on his
shoulder. She stood up and slowly trudged her way home with the boy by her
side. Not one word was spoken. Probably she was in pain.
When she reached her small home, she asked the hesitant boy to come in. It was
a one-bedroomed tenement but neatly kept.
“Please wait. Let me change my clothes after a wash” she said as she switched on the fan.
The boy found pictures of Jesus on the cross, the Virgin Mary and a few other saints on the wall. There was a bible on the table with candles on the stand. He could see a rosary alongside. He thought she must be a devout lady though he could not understand why she was always serious.
She brought a plate with some cookies and a glass of fruit juice.
“Have it. Thank you very much. You were persistent in helping me. I would have struggled but for your help” she said with a smile. That was the first time he saw her smile and she looked better with that smile.
“Thank you ma’am for permitting me to carry the bag. You can give me any errand
in the class. I would willingly do. Sorry, we could not answer your question in
the class. Yesterday’s lesson was tough for all of us” he replied.
“Someone could have told me. I
would not have made you all stand for an hour. I was in a bad mood today as I
got news of my grandma’s death in the village. But I should not have shown my
private grief in the class like this” she said.
The boy was touched by her
frankness. He decided to tell all his classmates how nice Miss Veronica was.
As Miss Veronica entered the
class the next day, all the students stood up and loudly said in a chorus with
smiles “Good morning, Miss.”
It was the first time she
received such a hearty ovation and warm welcome. She smiled for the first time
as she thanked them and saw the happy face of Vinay from one of the benches.
A kind deed does go a long way indeed :)
ReplyDeleteYour stories arrest attention as the teacher probably did in her class!
- Srini Raghavan
Very interesting short story.
ReplyDeleteA kind story, Vinay's gesture commendable. I think we should understand people like Veronica, her circumstances before we become judgemental.
ReplyDeleteDo not judge by appearances; a rich heart may be under a poor coat.” Said it all about the beautiful story !
ReplyDeleteSimple, nice and neat story.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing!
Best wishes and warm regards
Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy
Simple story but with a good message... Sandhya
ReplyDeleteVery touching story. Appropriate title for the story. Nice.
ReplyDeleteMany of us are able to recall our own school days nostalgically and empathise with the sweet kid, Vinay who saw a human being of integrity in his Veronica teacher , rather than an embittered and querulous taskmaster .
ReplyDeleteThe sweet kid, Vinay, was able to see through the strict veneer of Veronica teacher and admire her integrity. Brings a smile on our faces when we recall our own school days’ experiences with strict but well-meaning similar teachers like Veronica Teacher:-)
ReplyDeleteThank you for this story . I realise I may have misjudged some of my teachers.
ReplyDeleteAmazing how you manage to tug at some chord in our memories with every story.
Nice story. Most adults would not have persevered like Vinay despite being shown annoyance. An uncommon and admirable quality in a young man. (JJ)
ReplyDeleteI was expecting Miss Veronica to smile after the results of her students surpassing other teachers' students in the school examinations.
ReplyDeleteThanks. That would be a good end too! There is no name in this anonymous comment.
DeleteA lovely and sweet story :)
ReplyDeleteIt is important to look beyond the superficial, in anything, including human beings. But that insight coming from a young boy is praiseworthy. Perhaps we unfair in lumping all youngsters in the category of being selfish and lacking in compassion.
ReplyDeleteWe would like to see our teachers with smiles more often :)
ReplyDeleteI remember having once said this to a stern teacher when she asked us what we would like. She smiled when I said so :)
The relief is indeed huge when we are able to finally remove the shackles of perceived self notions in which we tie ourselves in knots!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! The kind gesture from the boy changed everything overnight!
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