Things could have been this way.
A student is abused by a janitor, all teachers could have stood up instead of bathroom gossip. Supported the brave little girl mentally.
A center Manager could have not acted like a khap panchayet and given the perpetrator a second chance in front of the victim without having a word with the girl how is she feeling.
She could have gone home with her brave heart. Slept better knowing there are hope, there are people, standing up against abuses instead of people hiding behind some unknown mathematical equations they keeps calculating and measuring life is not chess. Even if it is, there are more than one way to win and more than one to lose.
She could have slept better instead of thinking all night about how will she tolerate that second chance for rest of her course. She could have come to college with a fresh mind, it was valentines day after all and the last one with her friends at this college.
My friend, he could have not misunderstand me and interpreted me wrong, bringing his ego out regarding one simple word. “Sorry “
Sorry is an expression of feeling bad.
Which according to my friend, he felt bad that one student cried because of another student. But the very word sorry is not acceptable to show that he felt bad as he never says sorry for anything.
Someone said it right. We listen to reply not to communicate.
Things could have gone this way, he was saying sorry as he felt bad as it happened in his class. And the student to the other student for misbehaving in his classroom. Instead of him showing ego and anger on my children he thinks I love more. But I don’t.
I will fight for all of them my batch his batch her batch all the people can play chess hide behind pawn to save the king. I love them all.
Things could have gone this way.
When during interviews they asked why teaching? I answered because I love teaching, I love them kids, full of potentials and hope. They should have remembered that.
Things would have been different then