‘The children are expected to follow the rules and regulations of our institution very strictly.’
Abraham smiled at the stern looking woman who droned on, ‘There’s a copy of the rules on every wall, stuck at a height, convenient for children of all ages to read.’
‘Very well, Mrs. Shrivastava.’
‘Mr. Abraham, as someone new to teaching profession, you should understand that discipline alone can help mould the easily impressible minds of the children.’
‘But, Mrs. Shrivastava, don’t you think too much of anything is bad?’
‘Nonsense! Who said such a thing?’
‘Mark Twain did. Though, he did add something about good whiskey to the quote.’ Abraham grinned good-naturedly.
‘Mr. Abraham, as your senior in this profession, you should heed my advice. This is a place to impart knowledge and not someplace where you can joke around.’
Abraham looked at the children walking morosely in a single file towards the bathroom. He saw the rules stuck onto the nearby wall. Beneath the notice, a cheeky kid had drawn a smiley with chalk.
Abraham smiled. These children still had hope.
Word Count: 175
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