Unencumbered (Part III)
It has been two days since the dark clouds in the sky had cleared. The bright beautiful blue sky of the autumn is visible. Clouds are floating like fluffy cotton balls. Sometimes they’re covering the sky completely for a moment and again clearing out the next moment. Kansh grass flower has started blooming in the distant fields. The southern breeze has started blowing. The scent of Alstonia and night flowering jasmine has begun to waft through the distance. The beautiful golden sun began to scatter gold everywhere; Pujo's instrument sounded. The world danced with joy to the beat of the drum. Around the sky, in the air, in the water, in the trees, as if the news of Pujo was echoing. The whole village was overjoyed. But the shadow of sadness came down on the school. Where is the joy of pujo in school? Not a trace of exhilaration entered, or was allowed to do. It was heard that after Pujo our mathematics Sir would retire and go to Calcutta; in his new home. A new young teacher i
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