Ankit stood in the center of the room.
Principal ma'am took a step towards him and hissed: where do you
learn such evil things from?
Ankit looked up – then lowered his
moist eyes- and kept wriggling his toes in his cheap canvas shoes. He
wanted to say many things, many words: No, Wait, But, How..
And all the words jumbled at the tip of
his tongue- like little children trying to squeeze out of the narrow
side gate of Malgudi Primary School at the last bell.





