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Tea with a drop of pasina mixed! I had my breakfast in Vitla, a place where morning birds visit to eat puri -baji. The canteen is small and provides only three menu dishes; idli wada, buns and puri baji. The benches are rusty and it’s dirty everywhere. I watched the ‘lazy birds’ who have just crooned out of their nest to face the day. The most unacceptable scene is when the waiter pours us water from the jug that hasn’t taken bath for weeks. The plate is washed but still the traces of dal could be seen. The market is getting busier slowly and people are rushing into the canteen. There are poor, rich but mostly average earning employees in their official dress. There are also gym freaks in their sports shoes and skin tight t-shirts that showcased their six or eight pack abs. there are bus drivers with conductors. Auto rickshaw drivers with a napkin around their neck. From the backyard, enters a waiter with a small towel of red color and white borders on his shoulder. He p

He is my student. He is in third standard. He is an intelligent boy. He is co-operative and a disciplined fellow in my class. He is different from his classmates. Masha Allah, he has completed around 14 chapters from the book of holy Quran. Also, he is a great learner in Science and mathematics. Apart from this, The tiny little star is fond of Urdu poetry. He collects Urdu poetry penned by different poets. He like poetry based on Islamic inspiration. He collects his work in a small notebook. He is fond of his activity. Here is one such Urdu poetry that touched my heart. “ Babool bow kar gulaab ki tamanna rakhte hain,  ajeeb log hain kaisa hisaab maangte hain” isn’t that interesting? How beautifully he has chosen his hobby. I have become so closed to him since I learned about his interest. Well, there is a kid in everybody. We need to re-kindle our thoughts. We need to encourage ourselves to take up a new hobby and learn something from it. We have to search for the thing

What if they “don’t like you”? There were incidents where I learned about some people who didn’t like me. First few days, I was angry on them. The next few days, I grew sad. Finally, I suffered from anxiety and sadness. I lost interest in my studies. I got low grades in my exams. I became social media addict. I became an introvert and soon boredom made it’s place in my mind. Days slipped into months and it was a peak time where I had to decide my future career. I decided I will become a teacher. By that time, I started living among small kids and young teens. I began to teach Science. During this coarse, I observed each and every student of mine. I observed how they laughed at silly jokes. I saw how excited they were for mere experiments. I observed a boy who swiftly ignored a person and made himself busy in other stuffs. I realized that boys in my school were enlightened by every minute. They maintained their discipline and as well as simplified their life. I realized, I waste