In Gwalior I was admitted to the first standard of one
Saint Paul school. There I
met several new guys. For me I everything was new.
One fellow asked me
where I lived. When I told him, he declared to all that I
lived in a hut. Shocked I
began crying. The apologetic fellow promised that he
will make good the loss
by giving me pencil and a rubber free. I was appeased
but did not know the
ways of the world. The pencil and rubber are still coming.
The name of the
fraud was Ramesh.
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