Special Assembly Excitement
Maya: "Aarav, why are you wearing that shiny kurta to school? It’s not festival day."
Aarav: "It’s for the special assembly. Amma oiled my hair so much, I feel like a samosa."
Maya: "Lucky! My hair is just in two boring plaits. What’s so special anyway?"
Aarav: "A famous storyteller is coming. Ma’am said only twenty kids can go."
Maya: "Oh. I didn’t get any note. Maybe it’s only for the smart kids."
Aarav: "That’s not fair. You tell the funniest stories in class."
Maya: "Still, I’m not going. I’ll just sit and do worksheets while you eat laddus."
Aarav: "Who said there are laddus?"
Maya: "There are always laddus when grown-ups get excited."
Teacher: "Maya, Aarav, line up please. The principal wants helpers for the storyteller program."
Maya: "Helpers? But I’m not even on the list."
TeacherImportant job, hmm?": "You will welcome the guests and show them the way.
Aarav: "So… if we are helpers, do we still get to see the stories?"
Teacher: "Of course. You’ll stand in front, then sit and enjoy like everyone else."
Maya: "So I actually attended the special assembly, even without a note?"
Aarav: "Yeah! We attended it and we were part of it. First row, oil hair and all."
Maya: "And there were laddus. I’m attending every assembly from now on."