My Dear Diljeev
(Diljeev wanted to escape from my class. I wanted to escape Diljeev We found our shelter in the stage,) Diljeev I know My dear Diljeev, Three months had already passed, and every day I would say... I am not meant to teach Class 7. I have an English Honours from one of India's top colleges, and here I am with the brats who just can't stand still. Tomorrow I will go to my HOD, and please allot me at least Class 8. These are just babies... And there was one in particular who was unstoppable. You Diljeev. You would move around the benches and just keep moving. "Why can't you sit still? I will throw you out of the class..." This worked for five minutes. I guess you knew I wouldn’t do it, so up again and moving. Probably snatch someone's pen, eat their tiffin, and God knows what. HOD hadn't done a thing despite assuring me, so basically, I was stuck with 7F for the rest of the year. It would be fine if it weren't for you. Yippie, December. Ju...