A Fractured Acquittal...
It was the first year of my primary school. Was a day like any other. It was just past recess. I was back in the class after watching boys from my class play pakdapakdi (catch-n-cook). I remember D'Mello teacher had come into the class. She was a replacement for Gaekwad teacher, who had proceeded on long leave for some reason. I was quite fond of her, as were many boys of the class. She seemed to be very beautiful, and quite adorable, apparently contradictory to the quite strict Gaekwad teacher, who was our actual class teacher. There had been some incident. And I was paying good attention to the goings on, like all first standard boys do when the teacher is broaching some serious subject. SN had fractured his hand and the discussing was abouot how it happened, and who was responsible for it. Then PK stood up and said "It was Shailendra". This accusation struck me out of the blue; and I did not what to say, except for mumbling something like 'It was not me...". W