English_Master December 18, 2015 No Comments
 MY SCHOOL MEMORIES Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me,  Fond Memory brings the light, Of other days around me. Sometimes my school memories haunt me and I am taken back to the distant past when as a young boy I was enamored by my kind teachers who were strict to the core but as soft as butter. Mr. Pillai our Mathematics teacher is the first to come to memory. This memory brings tears to my eyes. I was in 7th class. He had given a full exercise – a difficult one. No boy could do the work. He was very furious in his period and ordered all to stay after the 8th period. He came after the 8th period; explained us the rules and asked us to do the exercise. He won’t allow anyone to go without finishing the work. Four of us were very young. He didn’t allow us to go alone. Six could not solve even in two hours. Mr. Pillai used to go for a commission work in the evening. He lost it that day. When it was dark he took all of us. Got us parched grams and snacks and went to the house of all to leave us. He...
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