I had been training for this day since the past five years. The past two years I had put myself through a rigorous teacher training college for this, for my career as a school teacher. It had not been an easy ride. I had worked very hard to find a profession which I actually wanted. I had wanted to specialize in commerce but my parents had insisted on studying English literature. Once I entered the course, I enjoyed it. I decided to pursue a teaching course for higher studies. My entire two years had been filled with classes in a far off area where travelling was really difficult. Today was going to be my first step towards attaining that goal. I was scheduled for to appear for an interview for the post of an English teacher in a prestigious school for students of class 9th and 10th.
Nervous, I made my way to the interview room as the fourth candidate in line for the interview. The interviewers looked formidable and stared in my reply to good morning. Then the lady in the spectacles wearing saree smiled (professionally) and welcomed me to sit. “Please, sit down Ashna”.
It had been a great day. I called up Mom and Dad to inform them. My interview had gone well. I had managed to answer all the questions. The school needed to hire an English teacher urgently. I had cleared all the stages: the written exam, the personal interview and the classroom interaction. I had the job in my hand with the formalities being processed over the week.
My parents were as excited as me. I had been planning to head back before the final results were going to be announced so had bought 4 patties for everyone to share at home along with a cup of coffee from the canteen. It was then, when I was asked to wait. Stepping out from the metro station, I interrupted my animated chirruping to my parents on the phone to think about those potato patties. I had bought those 3 hours earlier so decided to give them to a beggar child sitting on the stairs of the station along with whatever loose change I had and headed home to find my father and mother waiting for me with pizza and coke. Our own small celebration...
As Ashna headed back to her home, Monu, the beggar kid whom she had given the patties headed towards his own single room home excitedly. He had gotten four full potato patties and 20 rupees in change. These patties would make a sumptuous dinner for both him and his mother with weak teas. His mother worked as a maid and he attended a government school but at evenings, he would go and beg at the metro station. He looked down at his rumbling stomach and patted it lovingly.
These potato patties would be a small celebration...
About the Author
Aspiring writer who likes to see the different colors of the world and then write them down. Shrehya Taneja is currently studying English literature at Delhi University and likes to keenly observe things. She is a forever aspiring author who is interested in viewing the world differently. Among other things she loves books and traveling along with her pet dog and the simple things in life.
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