Fiction Sheila could not sleep. She turned this way and that in bed. Her husband was working on his computer as usual to meet yet another deadline. Life is about meeting deadlines these days, she thought as she turned yet again letting the bed sheet fall off her body. She could never sleep without a bed sheet on her body, however hot the weather might be. Has little Robin’s angst entered my body like a ghost? Sheila wondered. Robin was a student of hers in class 4. Sheila was a teacher in a residential school. Robin, one of her students, had lost his usual cheer and grace in the last few days. “What happened to you, young man?” Sheila confronted Robin in the hostel before his bedtime. The little boy wouldn’t speak. He began to sob instead. “Come on, tell me, what’s the problem. I assure you of a solution whatever the problem.” It took much cajoling and more tenderness to get words through Robin’s sobs. “They not believe, Ma’m... Dad has a BMW, I
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