Teacher & Student

The wisest of all students was about to meet with the wisest of all teachers that unforgettable day. Many of the towns people had already gathered closely around the designated classroom where the meeting would be held, already some were on their toes even before the meeting had begun, eagerly looking on to catch even a glimpse of the renowned student who was speaking with his other colleagues as if in a pre-game huddle. There stood some of the more disconcerted old people, most with their arms crossed over their chest, a considerably far distance from everyone and from all the happenings, under the shade of the trees and some leaned on from the neigboring building terraces, brushing their long white beards in a dubious and almost mistrusting manner, exerting the best they could perhaps, to impress the most disinterested look they could muster.

So as the lean vibrant student stood in front of the tall wooden door, acting as though to fix his tie and his hair, though it was quite unnecessary, the sound of the towns people's murmurs and whispers echoed in chorus, attesting to a unified shrill of anticipation and nervousness. THen after throwing a last look at the people behind him as though to derive sympathy and strenght to go on, the student turned the knob, grabbing it forcefully, but turning it slowly as if passionately.

THe last they saw of him he turned away and had closed the door behind him.