“It will be okay, Amit,” said Naina, taking her husband’s hand.
In front of them, their son looked at his new classroom pensively.
“Hi, I am Sana,” said a girl, suddenly at Atul’s side.
“Atul,” he introduced himself, returning her warm smile.
As the parents watched, the two of them walked toward two empty seats at the back.
Amit laughed, turning to look at his wife.
“Childhood,” he said, shaking his head and remembering how she had taken his hand the same way thirty years back.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
3rd April, 2018)