Fiction Mayank had been through countless admission tests. The worried look on his mother’s face had become a source of guilt for the little boy. “I’m sorry, mom,” he consoled his mother. He didn’t know what else to say. The way she looked at him with so much pity in her eyes made him feel guilty, guilty of being alive, guilty of having been born. Mayank was lucky that his father was so busy with his job in the city that he lacked the luxury of the time for worrying about his son. Otherwise how would he bear to see two dear faces carrying an endless worry named Mayank? Mother was a teacher in Ananda Vidyashram which belonged to Phenomenananda Baba and faced the threat of extinction. Mayank was a class 3 student of Ananda Vidyashram. But when the new session started there were only a handful of students all together in the school. Phenomenananda Baba was not interested in running the school. The school was started by...
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