My Wedding with Teaching - Part 1

It was in the festive month of October that I came across this diligent student named Umang. He was sharp, had all the skills of a "Scholar" student, and above all, he had this persistent thirst to learn. No! not for the sake of earning notable degrees and Ivy League jobs, but for the sake of learning. The only thing he didn't have, rather Destiny didn't provide him with were means, means to study, to progress - One Word for all - Money!

I was busy running behind my 'Tail-less She-Monkey', my only grand-daughter, Jishita, when I heard a soft knock at my door. With the usual words of a senior citizen, I queried, "Who's here at this hour?" I managed to reach my door and opened it with a blank expression on my face. A man stood there shivering and asked me, "Sorry Ma'am, Did I disturb you?" I gave a very ordinary answer-"No, but I am sorry, I couldn't recognize you!" 

A gentleman in his mid-forties stood there with a briefcase in his hand. He asked about my son Vivaan. With patience as fragile as a man's ego, I said, "Please come tomorrow, he is not home."

To be continued...