Rupali: - Tomorrow, you are going for a picnic with your students, right? You are going to that Roychowk Baganbari. Listen to me; I will also go there, with my orphan and handicapped students.
Arindam: - Arrey, who told you that I have planned for a picnic for my school students.
Rupali: - Look my sweetheart, I am your wife. My network always follows your network. Now, it is final, my students are also going to the picnic tomorrow.
Arindam: - Ok, I have no problem in that. But, remember one thing that my students are all from rich families and they are all naughty. Don’t underestimate them, as they are the students of Class IV, Section A. If they start mentally abusing your handicapped and orphan students, then I cannot do anything about that.
Rupali: - Ok, that I will handle, you don’t need to worry about it. Therefore, you have 25 students from your Section A of class IV and I have only 16 students. So, in total, it is around 41 students. A school bus will be sufficient. All your 25 students have given 100 bucks each for the picnic and the rest expenses will be taken care by you. For my students, I will bear the entire expense.
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Paresh: - Sir, your wife is also a school teacher.
Arindam: - Yes, she is a teacher in a Government school for orphan and handicapped students.
Meenu: - Hey, look, we have reached the destination. It is the Roychowk Baganbari.
Rupali: - Come on children; now it is time to get down from the bus. Don’t be in a hurry.
Sujon: - Can anyone help me out? I cannot see the footboard.
Kamalika: - Don’t worry, I will help you out to get down from this bus. Are you blind by birth?
Sujon: - Yes, you are right. You name is Kamalika, naah…really; you have a very sweet voice. I was listening to your voice, when you were singing some beautiful romantic songs, while playing Antakshari game inside the bus. Hey, Kamalika, have you seen the picture of Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru? I have never seen his picture. I have heard that he used to love children so much that 14th November is celebrated as the Children’s Day.
Ritesh: - Yes, you are right. This blind boy has good knowledge. Hi, I am Ritesh; nice to meet you.
Meenu: - Chee chee, Ritesh, you don’t have any manners at all. You should not abuse any handicapped person. It is a crime. Arrey, look there, that guy has fallen from his chair. Let me help him out.
Chirag: - Thanks a lot, Meenu. I am a lame boy. I have to rely on my wheel chair only. I want to go near that pond. Ramu Kaka is fishing there. Whatever fish he will catch, will become the menu of our lunch at this picnic.
Rupali:- Arrey, Ramu Kaka, we already have chicken in our menu.
Ramu Kaka: - All these little children requested me to catch fish from this pond. How can I reject their request? After all, I also love children. I have lost both my children. I gifted my daughter a scooty on her 18th birthday. She was thrashed by a SBSTC bus at Diamond Harbour Road and was spot dead there only. The CPI (M) goons killed my son of 26 years, as he was an active member of SUCI party at Kulpi area. My wife has become an emotional psycho patient after that. When I go back home, I can feel her pain, that is why, I have adopted an orphan girl. At least, my wife is very happy to look after her. Today, when I saw these little children, running after me and calling me Ramu Kaka, I cannot control my emotions. Someone rightly said that Children are like Gods only.
Arindam: - Really, I am impressed with your students, Rupali. They are so down-to-earth and at this age only, they have understood the basic things of life.
Rupali: - Your students are not bad also. They may belong to rich families, but their mind is so innocent and sweet that they are helping all my students at every point of time.
Meenu: - Sir, we are grateful to you. I will not forget this day. Look here, Chirag is a very good painter. He has drawn my picture in this paper. This is one of the fabulous gifts that I have ever received.
Ramu Kaka: - Every year, you people should come here to celebrate a very “HAPPY CHILDREN’S DAY.”
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