A broken pencil...
Afternoon...
Around 02:43 p.m.
I reached my classroom. A little late than usual. Reached my seat which was almost the last bench. Took out my writing pad, hall ticket, all the pens and scale and water bottle. Put my phone inside the bag and kept the bag away and get back to my seat. As usual as we all do at the time of exams.
Yup! Final year exams are going on. Today was the second paper.
After two minutes, I realized that I don't have a pencil...
Oops...
What to do...?
I asked my friend seating behind me but he had only one pencil. Then I asked another friend seating two-three benches ahead of me. She too had only one.
In between all this, the friend which was seating very next to me asked me to share his only one pencil.
Ok.
My work was done. I just have to wait till he completes all markings on the answer sheet and then I will get his pencil.
Normal situation.
Can happen with anyone.
Nothing special in it.
But the next what he did was very special.
He suddenly gave me a small pencil which was sharped at one end and half broken at another end.
For a moment, I was just looking at that pencil and then I realized that he broke his pencil in two parts and gave one to me. And the sharpener which he used to sharp the two half broken pencils was also not his. He borrowed that from the girl sitting beside him.
Because of the two pencils, now we both not need to wait.
It's not a very big thing or something very special taking lots of efforts.
But it was something which will not come to everyone's mind. Neither me.
I once read a poem in which two friends have all the things same, each having one-one. But at the time when they were drawing something with crayons, one crayon fall down and broke into two. So the friend who broke the crayon said sorry.
The another one replied...
"Don't be sorry. Now we can share the crayon."
The same happened with me.
Around 02:43 p.m.
I reached my classroom. A little late than usual. Reached my seat which was almost the last bench. Took out my writing pad, hall ticket, all the pens and scale and water bottle. Put my phone inside the bag and kept the bag away and get back to my seat. As usual as we all do at the time of exams.
Yup! Final year exams are going on. Today was the second paper.
After two minutes, I realized that I don't have a pencil...
Oops...
What to do...?
I asked my friend seating behind me but he had only one pencil. Then I asked another friend seating two-three benches ahead of me. She too had only one.
In between all this, the friend which was seating very next to me asked me to share his only one pencil.
Ok.
My work was done. I just have to wait till he completes all markings on the answer sheet and then I will get his pencil.
Normal situation.
Can happen with anyone.
Nothing special in it.
But the next what he did was very special.
He suddenly gave me a small pencil which was sharped at one end and half broken at another end.
For a moment, I was just looking at that pencil and then I realized that he broke his pencil in two parts and gave one to me. And the sharpener which he used to sharp the two half broken pencils was also not his. He borrowed that from the girl sitting beside him.
Because of the two pencils, now we both not need to wait.
It's not a very big thing or something very special taking lots of efforts.
But it was something which will not come to everyone's mind. Neither me.
I once read a poem in which two friends have all the things same, each having one-one. But at the time when they were drawing something with crayons, one crayon fall down and broke into two. So the friend who broke the crayon said sorry.
The another one replied...
"Don't be sorry. Now we can share the crayon."
The same happened with me.
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