Sekhar replied, “Just some outing which I have promised the children at home…” The headmaster looked up at him in a very friendly manner and asked, “Are you free this evening?” He stepped in with a very polite “Good evening, sir.” Sekhar paused for a moment outside the headmaster’s room to button up his coat that was another subject the headmaster always sermonized about. The bell rang and the boys burst out of the class. A hundred papers in the boys’ scrawls he had shirked this work for weeks, feeling all the time as if a sword were hanging over his head. He always struck me as a mean and selfish brute.”ĭuring the last period when he was teaching geography for Form A, Sekhar received a note from the headmaster: “Please see me before you go home.” Sekhar said to himself: It must be about these horrible test papers. But Sekhar cut him short with: “Far from it. “He was such a fine man…” the other began. His next trial was in the common room when one of his colleagues came up and said, “Did you hear of the death of so and so? Don’t you think it a pity?” “No,” Sekhar answered. I’m unable to swallow it.” He saw her wince and said to himself, “Can’t be helped. She asked, “Why, isn’t it good?” At other times he would have said, considering her feelings in the matter, “I feel full-up, that’s all.” But today he said, “It isn’t good. He showed hesitation over a tit-bit, which she had thought was her culinary masterpiece. The very first test came while his wife served him his morning meal.
It was a quiet resolve, a secret pact between him and eternity. The day ahead seemed to him full of possibilities. This day he set apart as unique day – at least one day in a year we must give and take absolute Truth whatever may happen. He realized that, morning till night, the essence of human relationships consisted in tempering truth so that it might not shock. I suppose no human being can ever look it straight in the face without blinking or being dazed. Truth, Sekhar reflected, is like the sun.
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