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Teacher babu

“We are pleased to have you here,” the words of the principal, a women in her 60s, her hairs had turned white and she wore glasses, the development was visible for me now, the true feminism was visible, a women was the principal of the school, I got job at Radha Vidya badi, a school nearby my house, my mom suggested me this job as she saw me dull and sad the whole day, though I didn't even wanted to work anymore, but at the end I had to earn money for livelihood. I still consumed cigars here, at night or even in some breaks between lectures. Principal even called me once and said that the children get influenced by their teachers and if the children saw me smoking they would also get influenced by me, I didn't want to ruin my students life to get ruined as of I had already ruined mine. I used to get the words of Mr. ROY true now, the words of the hurt of love. My colleagues always gave me some more respect as they thought I had done some big achievement in my life, they thought I had a boon which made me famous not only in bengali cinema but also in bollywood, but I started to think was this a boon or curse? Because it had only done bad to my life, life seemed more normal and good, a time when I had a real smile. I again started visiting the same garden which I used to visit during the shoot of my first film. I used to spend two hours there until it was 7 and then would return back home. I again went out and sat on the bench, I pulled out a cigar and then I heard "Palash?"

I looked up, it was Mr.Sundar, he wore brown colour glasses now, even his hairs were turning white, he wore a simple white colour kurta and pyjama.

"Sorry, I would go back home," I said, it felt like I disturbed him. After all those calls and stuff, I had one thing fitted in my mind that this mind didn't even wanted to spend a second with me.

"Wait," he said and sat by my side, I took the cigar back to my pocket.

"I am sorry," he said. I was shocked, did he just utter those three words?

"I know, you think, why am I saying all of this? The actual reason is I made a mistake as a father, what did I do? The same thing which many parents are doing to their daughter, getting them married to someone they like, what could I do? You broke my trust, from the birth I have been thought that trust is something which shouldn't be sacrificed at any cost, the trust you had earned in my heart from the age of 6, was something I thought would never break but that shock I had after reading that headline, I took some actions which I shouldn't have ever done, it took my daughter away from me," he said and tears rolled from his eyes.

"How can I tell how much I love Amrita? There should have been some machine which could do that, I guess then you would have believed me, what happened in my life? Lost everything. I am a teacher now, a writer on bollywood to a teacher, I was seeing a new house for Amrita and I, but now all dreams are shattered, the story remains incomplete and that's what my writing career is now, it is incomplete, I can't think of any other girl, life seems to be harsh to me day by day," I said.

"What happened? Why did you leave your successful career?"

"It isn't about money, it is about love, what a lesson I have been taught, that this money doesn't mean anything until there is a person in your life with whom you can spend it, Madhu went through many therapy session because of the incident we faced, now she is going to get married soon to Veer Kumar, at least someone got a happy end to their story," I said and got up.

"I am sorry," he said.

"Be sorry to your little angel who left this world," I said and walked by, I didn't even look back, I never liked to show my tears to someone, they would even trade with that, while the tears rolled down, I walked home, I took out the cigar but then something of feeling told me not to consume it, I threw it on the road, I asked mom that if I could donate some money anywhere, she told me about the new Ngo which had formed near the village. The next day I visited over the Ngo named 'Bal Vikas Badi'