I walked into the class and the children greeted me.We got into the holiday mode of fun and games. Children were streaming in. The last of them was a little boy may be 8 years to be precise had tears streaming down his face and he was pressing his temples hard as if in deep pain.
I called and asked him what was the matter. "I am having severe headache'.
Why what is the matter? I don't know".
What did you have for breakfast and he hung his head down in shame. It was not very difficult to understand that the boy was hungry.
Quickly we did a round of breathe in breathe out for relaxation for the next five minutes .
The boy was given some money to go and buy a bun to eat. He came back promptly with a bun and the remaining change in hand. He returned the change.He finished his not so sumptuous breakfast while I remembered " breakfast like a king".
Quickly he rejoined the group.
How strange.
I reached home and found the breakfast untouched on the table.
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