MY QUARREL WITH A CLASS-FELLOW
I was late to school one day. A class
fellow of mine was occupying my seat. I requested him to leave it, but he
called me names. I told him to hold his tongue. But he gave me a slap on my
face. I fell upon him, and we began to exchange kicks and blows. All of a
sudden a teacher entered our classroom. He sent us to the headmaster. He heard
us both and then said to me, “Akbar is at fault, no doubt; but why did you beat
him yourself? You are both very naughty.” He gave us four cuts on the palm of
each hand and warned us to be careful in future.
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