The classroom was nearly silent, except for the soft whisper of the evening breeze slipping through the open window. Golden sunlight spilled across the desks, turning dust into little specks of stars. Rohan sat there, his heart restless, a worn notebook trembling in his hands.
Mrs. Sharma, gathering her books, noticed him lingering. “Rohan,” she said gently, “is something on your mind?”
He stepped closer, voice hesitant. “Ma’am… I’ve written something. A story. But… I don’t know if it’s worth reading.”
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Her eyes softened, as if she had been waiting for this moment. “Sit,” she said.
Rohan began reading. His voice cracked at first, each word feeling heavy, but soon the sentences found their rhythm—like a shy river gaining strength. The story spoke of a boy who loved to write but feared his words would be lost in the noise of the world.
When he finished, silence filled the room—not the awkward kind, but the kind that wraps around you like a warm shawl. Mrs. Sharma looked at him, her gaze deep with pride.
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“Rohan,” she whispered, “stories are not judged by the size of the words, but by the weight of the heart that carries them. Your story breathes—it feels alive. That… is a rare gift.”
His eyes lit up, like someone had just unlocked a door he didn’t know existed. “Do you think I could… really become a writer?”
She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “You already are. You just need to believe it.”
As he packed his bag, Mrs. Sharma rose and placed her hand gently on his head, her voice carrying the warmth of prayer.
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“May your words find hearts that need them.
May your stories cross oceans and skies.
May you write not for the world’s applause, but for the soul’s truth.
And may you never forget, Rohan—you have been blessed with light. Let it shine.”
Rohan left the classroom, the notebook pressed close to his chest. Outside, the evening air felt different—like a new chapter had just begun.
“Some lessons end with a bell, but the truest ones echo for a lifetime—carried in blessings, written in the heart.”
