26-03-2025, 04:44 PM
Episode 1: The New Teacher
The first bell rang, signaling the start of the day at St. Mark’s High college. Students rushed through the corridors, some trying to finish last-minute homework, others engaged in animated conversations. It was just another ordinary morning—except for one thing. A new teacher was joining the faculty today, and the whispers had already spread like wildfire.
"Did you hear? The new maths teacher is super young," said Rahul, nudging his friend Arjun as they walked toward their classroom.
Arjun, an average student who had never particularly cared about math, just shrugged. "So what? Another teacher, another year of torture."
But as they stepped into the classroom, his casual indifference faded.
The woman standing at the front of the room was nothing like what he had imagined. Meera Ma’am, as they would soon call her, was dressed in a soft cotton saree, the color of fresh jasmine. A neat braid hung over her shoulder, and a small red bindi adorned her forehead. She was poised yet approachable, with warm brown eyes that held a quiet confidence.
"Good morning, class," she greeted, her voice carrying a gentle authority. "I’m Meera, your new mathematics teacher. I look forward to teaching you this year."
The classroom fell into a stunned silence for a few seconds before the students responded with a hesitant, "Good morning, ma’am."
Meera smiled and turned to the blackboard, writing down her name. As she introduced herself, Arjun found himself watching her closely—how she spoke, how her bangles jingled softly with every movement, how she tilted her head slightly while explaining a concept.
"Arjun," she called out suddenly, breaking his trance.
"Uh—yes, ma’am?"
"Are you paying attention, or do you already know everything about polynomials?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
The class burst into laughter. Rahul smirked, elbowing Arjun playfully. "Looks like you’re already on her radar, bro."
Arjun swallowed, feeling his face heat up. "No, ma’am. I’m paying attention."
"Good," Meera said, before continuing the lesson.
In the Staff Room
During the lunch break, Meera found herself in the staff room, where she was greeted warmly by her new colleagues.
"Ah, Meera! Welcome to St. Mark’s," said Mrs. Latha, the senior English teacher, a woman in her early fifties with a kind face. "Settling in well?"
"Yes, ma’am. The students seem enthusiastic," Meera replied with a smile.
"They are—some more than others," joked Mr. Rajan, the physics teacher, sipping his tea. "You’ll notice a few troublemakers soon enough."
"And a few admirers too," added Deepa Ma’am, the chemistry teacher, with a knowing smile. "New young teachers always get a few students suddenly taking an interest in their subject."
Meera chuckled. "Well, if it helps them understand math better, I won’t complain."
"That’s the spirit," Mrs. Latha said. "You’ll do just fine here, Meera."
After college
As the last bell rang, students poured out of their classrooms. Arjun walked alongside Rahul and Vikram, still thinking about the new teacher.
"Bro, you were staring at her the whole time," Rahul teased. "Didn’t even blink!"
"Shut up, it’s not like that," Arjun protested, though he wasn’t entirely convinced himself.
"Yeah, yeah," Vikram smirked. "Bet you’ll suddenly become a math genius by next week."
Arjun rolled his eyes but said nothing. Deep down, he knew something had changed today. Math had never interested him before—but now, he had a feeling
he wouldn’t be missing a single class.
To be continued…
The first bell rang, signaling the start of the day at St. Mark’s High college. Students rushed through the corridors, some trying to finish last-minute homework, others engaged in animated conversations. It was just another ordinary morning—except for one thing. A new teacher was joining the faculty today, and the whispers had already spread like wildfire.
"Did you hear? The new maths teacher is super young," said Rahul, nudging his friend Arjun as they walked toward their classroom.
Arjun, an average student who had never particularly cared about math, just shrugged. "So what? Another teacher, another year of torture."
But as they stepped into the classroom, his casual indifference faded.
The woman standing at the front of the room was nothing like what he had imagined. Meera Ma’am, as they would soon call her, was dressed in a soft cotton saree, the color of fresh jasmine. A neat braid hung over her shoulder, and a small red bindi adorned her forehead. She was poised yet approachable, with warm brown eyes that held a quiet confidence.
"Good morning, class," she greeted, her voice carrying a gentle authority. "I’m Meera, your new mathematics teacher. I look forward to teaching you this year."
The classroom fell into a stunned silence for a few seconds before the students responded with a hesitant, "Good morning, ma’am."
Meera smiled and turned to the blackboard, writing down her name. As she introduced herself, Arjun found himself watching her closely—how she spoke, how her bangles jingled softly with every movement, how she tilted her head slightly while explaining a concept.
"Arjun," she called out suddenly, breaking his trance.
"Uh—yes, ma’am?"
"Are you paying attention, or do you already know everything about polynomials?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
The class burst into laughter. Rahul smirked, elbowing Arjun playfully. "Looks like you’re already on her radar, bro."
Arjun swallowed, feeling his face heat up. "No, ma’am. I’m paying attention."
"Good," Meera said, before continuing the lesson.
In the Staff Room
During the lunch break, Meera found herself in the staff room, where she was greeted warmly by her new colleagues.
"Ah, Meera! Welcome to St. Mark’s," said Mrs. Latha, the senior English teacher, a woman in her early fifties with a kind face. "Settling in well?"
"Yes, ma’am. The students seem enthusiastic," Meera replied with a smile.
"They are—some more than others," joked Mr. Rajan, the physics teacher, sipping his tea. "You’ll notice a few troublemakers soon enough."
"And a few admirers too," added Deepa Ma’am, the chemistry teacher, with a knowing smile. "New young teachers always get a few students suddenly taking an interest in their subject."
Meera chuckled. "Well, if it helps them understand math better, I won’t complain."
"That’s the spirit," Mrs. Latha said. "You’ll do just fine here, Meera."
After college
As the last bell rang, students poured out of their classrooms. Arjun walked alongside Rahul and Vikram, still thinking about the new teacher.
"Bro, you were staring at her the whole time," Rahul teased. "Didn’t even blink!"
"Shut up, it’s not like that," Arjun protested, though he wasn’t entirely convinced himself.
"Yeah, yeah," Vikram smirked. "Bet you’ll suddenly become a math genius by next week."
Arjun rolled his eyes but said nothing. Deep down, he knew something had changed today. Math had never interested him before—but now, he had a feeling
he wouldn’t be missing a single class.
To be continued…
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