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"Good morning children. So I as told you, there will be a new teacher in your class from now on. Our school selected him especially because of his amazing teaching skills and innovative styles with students. He is also here to replace Mrs. Anita whom you all know is now on maternity leave. All his students from other schools love him and I am sure you will like him a lot too. If you have any complaints about anything, please do not hesitate to come and tell me in my office. Okay, I will take your leave and soon your new teacher will be here. Oh here he is."

Mrs. Anjali points towards the door. And a young man with glasses enters the class. We all say "good morning Sir" in harmony. He smiles and goes to stand next to Mrs. Anjali.

"Good morning Mr. Kumar. Welcome to our school and your new class. Class, this is Mr. Kumar, your new teacher. I shall leave you with him so you can interact and get to know each other. See you later students and do not pester your new teacher too much."

The whole class giggles.

"Good morning children. As your headmaster already said, I am your new teacher. And my name is Mr. Rajat kumar. You can call me Rajat Sir. So let's start with the basics, what about you introduce yourselves to me? Tell me your names and about your likes and dislikes."

Everyone introduced themselves and Rajat Sir was very smiling and cheerful while asking us questions and listening to us. The whole class already seems to be loving Rajat Sir. After the introduction, he asks us a question, "so who can tell me what special day is approaching?"

Half of the class screams, "Father's day Rajat Sir."

"Impressive, very impressive. So when you come back from your lunch break, you will all write a composition on your father. How he is? What do like most about him? And you can add whatever you want to. Go and eat now, I'll see you all after your break."

I shake when I am given the paper to write the composition. What should I write about? Whom should I write about? Should I tell the class that I never met my father? None of my friends know that I do not have a father. What should I do?

I take the paper and write whatever comes in my mind.

After some time, Rajat Sir's voice interrupts the class, "remember that you will have to read your composition in front of the whole class. So write it well. And we will start with you Abhay."

I was already scared and now I have started shivering because he pointed to my friend sitting just in front of me. What do I do? Do I excuse myself to go to the toilet and stay there until school ends?

I stay immersed in my thoughts and pay no attention to Abhay who has already started reading his composition in front of the class. My thoughts stop when I hear the whole class clapping for Abhay.

"And now it is your turn Miss… Ruhi right?"

I nod and take the paper and walk in front of the stage. My body starts shaking.

"… My father's… name is… purvi khanna…"

And suddenly I hear all the class laughing loudly and I start to cry.

My classmate Jay says, "Sir, none of us has ever seen her parents. We do not even know if she has a father or a mother, maybe she does not know who her parents are either", and the whole class bursts out laughing at this comment.

I start steadying myself to run out of the class when I feel a pair of hands stopping me on my shoulders. Rajat Sir looks at everyone sternly and after some time the whole class quietens.

"Jay, I want you to apologize to Ruhi right now."

"I am sorry", Jay mumbles.

"Louder Jay!"

"I am sorry Ruhi and I am sorry Sir."

"Ruhi wipe your tears now. Children you know when I was in the 5th grade, I was also given an essay to write in the same way you were given now. I was asked to write about my best friend. The whole class wrote about their friends from school, their siblings or their other friends, but you who it was only me who wrote on someone else. I wrote about… my dog Naughty."

Everyone in the class started giggling. Even I stopped sobbing and managed a smile.

"And believe me. I got the highest marks in the class for that essay. It is not only a name that makes a relationship children. My best friend was my dog and Ruhi's father is her mother. It's very normal and special at the same time. There is nothing to laugh about or to tease others. This is bad. You know children, even I don't have a father. And if I were your age and I was given an essay to write about my father, I would also have had written about my mother the same way Ruhi did."

I smile widely. Rajat Sir turns around to me and shakes my hand, "Congratulations Ruhi, you won my heart. Now, I want you to complete reading your composition. Please go on."

" My father's name is Purvi khanna.

This is because I have never seen my father.

I never met him and we never talk about him.

But my mother has never made me miss him.

She has always been here for me.

I love her so much and I know she loves me too.

She manages our house and her clinic alone.

She is very strong and everyone loves her.

I know I do not have a father unlike many of you.

And I do not know what love from a father is like.

I have only known my mother and that is enough.

And the love she gives me is more than everything.

She is my mother, my father, my family and my entire world."

The whole class stands up and starts clapping. Some of them even whistle. Rajat Sir just stands there and claps his hands. Maybe I saw tears in his eyes, but I wasn't sure, because he quickly turned towards the white board.

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