(Short Story ) Respect
Short Story
Respect
By: Saran Rai
I have come to Kathmandu for some work. I frequently meet a former student I taught many years ago. As soon as he sees me, he greets me with a bow from afar. Seeing his respect for his teacher fills me with immense joy.
Today, I meet him again. As I am about to leave, he almost blocks my path and says, “Congratulations in advance, Sir!”
“Congratulations for what?” I ask, surprised.
“I’ve heard your name is on the list of future ministers. You’ve already become a Member of Parliament; once you become a minister, don’t forget this old student Ramprasad, Sir.”
It turns out he was mistaken. Another professor who works with me has become an MP. The respect and affection he showed were meant for that MP and prospective minister.
He had already forgotten me (and even my name).
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