Author - Jui Purohit.

  Their bus arrives at the school and students alight. As Gaurav reaches the assembly, 10 students gather around,  "Buddy, share your homework na, Math wala". Geeta's bag drops from her shoulders to the ground with a thud. Her tiffin falls open and water spills from the bottle. "What is all this mess?", she shouts in bewilderment. Everybody laughs aloud, pointing fingers in L shape (depicting a 'Loser'), at her. "I am topper of my class, how dare you call me a loser", Geeta shrieks in angst, cleaning the mess. "Take a chill pill Miss.Nautanki", someone taps her shoulder. "Oh! Preeti", Geeta's eyes are filled with tears, she can see a blurry image of her best friend from school, whom she has seen after ages. She hugs her tightly. "Bas bas, tera drama band karde drama queen", Preeti says. "And since when are you a topper of the class. Keep your voice low, if Gaurav hears it, you will be more embarrassed in f...

 "Get up, get ready it's already time for your school bus", Geeta shouts, early in the morning. "They are just having fun for two years now, no proper school, no submitting their homeworks on time, just the monsterous screen and the clicking sound of keys month in, month out. I am fed up". She continues to murmur to herself, "They are just like their dad. He never studied in our school times. I used to tutor him so he barely passed. And he boasts about how he didn't study and still made it big. What example is he trying to set? Noone is bothered to take cognigence of how I am behind our kids daily, so that they study, be qualified enough to be self-supporting, unaided, capable of doing something on their own. I am doing it for their own good.......", continues her soliloquy. Geeta packs lunchboxes and water bottles for kids and her hubby, stacks in their bags. Her husband leaves for office. She manages, somehow, to reach in time for kids' schoo...