I scan the corridor for someone who can cover for me at the school gate after showing Saahil’s mother our class. Nancy bumps into me.
She says, “Hey, who’re you looking for?”
“No one… No, actually, are you free? Can you cover for me at the school gate? I’ve something urgent to do,” I say.
“Sure, but what’s so critical?”
If this happened a week back, I would have told her that Saahil had lied to me, but not now. “Nothing. My mom is waiting for me in the class.”
“Okay. Say hi to Aunty.” She calls out as I hurry to the class.
Mom is sitting at the back chatting away with a woman. I’ve no idea whose mom she is. I walk over to her and say, “Mom, come on, let’s sit in the front. You won’t ever get the chance to talk to the teacher if you keep sitting at the back.”
“Who wants to talk to th
