I cried for days, no one would tell us why.
A brand new computer now stood in the typewriter's place,
A deadly silence seemed to reign
In that once cheerful noisy domain,
Reading “school office”…
Despite the few new lights fixed,
Gone was that candle-bright corner!
A smart young newcomer sat there now,
She looked as young as our class XII girls,
We felt jealous she could dress as she pleased..
Of course, she raised the alarm if we missed term fees,
And we dared not go to her for stomach-ache-solace,
For her sophistication made us look like sissies..
Our dear Mrs 'C', mother,
To a school-full of girls,
She was no more, we were told as we were collecting,
Our transfer certificates for college.
Just like that. Furtively I glanced at the old typewriter,
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