THE STORY OF A LITTLE NUN 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 8

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𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓳𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼...
My heart skipped a beat when I saw the students of my class. They were very smart compared to the students I had back in Kerala. I had to teach history in class six in the first hour and that gave me a nightmare. I always felt that History is not my cup of tea... So never took interest to know much about the subject the whole of my life... I regretted my choice then because I knew nothing about History...
First day itself I felt like a mess! But I had to keep up with the expectations of my sisters. I couldn't simply give up. I knew those students sitting infront of me were smart, but I had to be smarter than them. 
I addressed the class with a very confident smile. I could successfully weave a conversation which was so beautiful that they never knew I was nervous and didn't prepare for my class. All of my students were happy to learn their new teacher and wanted to know more about me as I wanted to know more about them too and their culture.
To my surprise I met the 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓭  sitting in the first bench of my class. She was a cute little thing that after knowing her name one would be tempted to call out her like I did every now and then - 𝓐𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲...yes 𝓐𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓝𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓴 that was her name. Her smile was her highlight... It attracted everyone who believed in innocence and purity of heart.
After the first period I wished good day to all and left the class... But that was the time I really wanted to stay back invisible in the class to listen to their experiences of me. Since I had no magic blanket of Harry Potter I was so sure that they would never discuss about what they felt about me in my presence. By then sun had wiped off the cover of foggy mist from the fields around the school and I could see acres of yellow mustard flowers in the fields clearly from the school...lt was wonderful treat to my eyes...    I was again lost in the nature...

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