It was one of those busiest days. Too many teachers on leave, and those many substitutions to be made; above all the school was to close in two days for Hajj vacation – and I was completely tied up.
After the first five periods with my nose kept to the grindstone, I was to attend grade ten. Without any breakfast I was starving – worsened by my rigorous morning workout. By the time I could ‘hang the dead albatross round the mariner’s neck’ (The Rime of the Ancient Mariner), I was tired out and almost ready to collapse any moment.
The harsh reality that the following period too I should again struggle with a dull story for grade nine really distressed me. Going to the canteen for some refreshment would make me late to class. After the period I made up my mind to have at least a glass of water from my room.
As I greedily grabbed the bottle I heard a knock at the door. ‘Come in!’
It was my colleague. She had something with her wrapped in tissues. I asked, ‘Yes teacher, what’s that?’
‘Hey dear, here’s some pizza. It’s hot and fresh. Come on, have it now itself.’
‘I should. Thank you.’
That might be the most sincere thanks I ever expressed – straight from my heart.
What more should I say about the One who is always there with me in my dire needs!!