“Mummy, were you a good student?”, he asked while I brushed his teeth.
“I was a sincere student”, said I throwing in a new dimension with the new word.
“What is sincere? Is it better than being good?” He could not help without asking.
“Being sincere is good”, I elaborated, “I will tell you an incident from my 6th std. The Hindi teacher for some reason asked the class to come prepared with a 6 page poem ‘Jhansi ki Rani’ for recitation in the class after the weekend. On Monday, the whole class was made to stand on the benches in punishment because none of them had come prepared. I was the only one in the class of 40 students who recited the complete poem.” Read more of this post