And there stood I under the scorching sun of June and asked her: "What the hell drove you to become a person you are now?"
Years have passed and her answer echoed in me quite a few times though I never gave any significance to it.
And then one night under the spicy sky of late July someone asked me: "What the hell drove you to become a teacher?"
I don't know - I answered.
Photo: Beautiful Irony by Proseuche
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