For a student his world is full of desks, chairs, chalks and books. With summers and autumns, with exposure to the sphere, better lessons are taught and learnt. Can there be a better teacher, a better classroom than life?
This post is in response Three line tales by Sonya.
I’m not sure if this sounds like a tale. I usually don’t write stories (never tried, to be frank), I still attempted it, since the picture intrigued me so much.