Finally it came. THE LETTER! For the past six months I had jumped through various hoops for this. First an extremely long drawn out application form. Then the dreaded written exam. Three papers of an hour each. One paper so lengthy that I couldn't even finish (but I was glad to find out that no one else did either). And finally there had been that interview. The fourteen year old me and five interviewers, two of them principals of schools in Singapore, I later learnt. For half an hour I had discussed the randomest of things. From why my math scores were not high in the written test, to Indian cricket team, my favourite authors and surprisingly, yoga.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Thursday, March 5, 2015
The Letter!
“Dad! The postman says you have to sign something. I
am not old enough.” Anil heard his daughter shout out. He hurried to the door
to see what the matter was. He expected some kind of a “Registered Post” packet
for which the receiver has to sign on the acknowledgement card. “Aapke liye
money order hai. Aur chitthi bhi.” (There is a money order for you, and also a
letter.)
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