Micro Tales #21
I have grown up in a village in Assam. Education has never been a priority here. The people want every child to complete their primary education and later take on a job at an early age. Most of the elders in the village are not highly educated, and earn their income by farming, working as daily wage earners, or as a shopkeeper.
I was in 8th grade at that time. Two of my neighboring kids, brothers, one of them in 5th grade and the other in 3rd were in a dilemma. They were thinking of dropping out of school as they could not afford books for study or any tuition.
Although the school was under government association, books and study material had to be paid for.
Arup and Arnaab, the brothers, had told me that they were thinking of dropping out of school because of the financial difficulties. So, I talked to my parents and asked them if they could help in any way and my father agreed. We purchased the books they needed but my father couldn’t arrange a tutor for them. So I decided to teach them myself by sparing some of my time and helping them learn. They scored good marks and thanked me a lot.
It has been 5 years since I left the village and shifted to the city but whenever I visit the village they always treat me gratefully and respectfully - like they would an elder brother. This makes me very happy.