Lessons are Meant to be Taught

Lessons are Meant to be Taught

It’s the time of raining. I was coming back from my tuitions with 5 rs in pocket and sprinkles of water on face by splashing water from windows. I can’t enjoy it though as a little child is sitting next to the window with a pale face and a blank smile. It was Saturday. Usually schools don’t taught this time. Suddenly the Conductor came asking for the ticket I put my hand in the pocket and gave him that five. The fare was 6 but as per my request and my face he didn’t said anything. Next to my stop I got down with that boy leaving behind in that quaky ride. The roads were full of shine and dirt smell water were all around. I get to home under my umbrella half wet. In a matter of time I wasted it laying down as I didn’t got enough sleep last night. When my eyes were opened I saw only a hot cup of tee and a message saying hey come to me I need some help. I got up get to him. And asked about the matter. He is quite confused about a software program. None of any child know how to use it except me. I waited along in patience along teaching a new path of hope full of beautiful vides and knowledge like trees with rain and blushing leaves acting like angle showers. Soon more after 4 hours I finished somehow quite succeed. I still don’t know whats the matter is all about until I found a girl along with him with a note that look quite familiar or maybe not. But maybe I tought or teach something really good that I still don’t know.