'I said NO. Don't ask me once again. If you are my friend leave, or you won't be'
That was an adamant NO and though it had happened many times before this one's a bit difficult I thought as I was leaving the school for home. Summers being hotter than ever before making most people sick, I was feeling worse for it was my friend this time who's been sent to ask me for the favor I've resisted always. I looked boldly at the temple with my head fixed straight towards the tomb I asked, 'Don't let my son get infected'
In 30minutes I was home and looked half bathed by Sun, almost running into the room I asked her how he was and her anger was justified, 'if you don't get anything to eat, it's ok. But I can't see him die without seeing a doctor'
'You know that Dr. Ram has said he's out of danger. Why do you want to go to the city?'
'Dr. Ram could not save a single person in this village, kill me or say yes!'
Outside the house he was listening and offered a smile. I smiled back and quickly recollected my fight with him in the evening. 'My answer is still no, please leave me alone'
'Why don't you just meet him once? He's come all the way to see you and request you. Don't be so harsh, he's in the car. Can I call him?' asked my friend.
How could I say no! They became uninvited guests when my house was already a mess.
'I'm ashamed to say this teacher. But a father's biggest defeat is not able to give what his son desires.'
He continued, as my friend watched and I turned my head away…
'Your friend told me that you are a man of principles and would not do it for any cost. I shall not offer you any money, but if there's anything that you are in need of please don't hesitate.'
She gestured me to come in as my 5yr old son cried badly. Within minutes they had taken him into the car along with my wife. I wait at the doorstep for them to return from the city not knowing when they would and not wanting to follow them.
At midnight the car returned with my son being brought back with necessary medicines and a bag of fruits. She went inside the room as she uttered, 'my son is back into life. Please give them what they want'
At the door he stood with hands joined and an urge of request in his eyes, he said
'Please teacher, just give 10 marks to my son and he will pass the exam!'
I stand there indebted…
Epilogue:
All he asked for was 10 marks in a subject for which I was the re-evaluator. Such requests come from many, he was a local minister and more than that a good man. Whether he helped take my child to the city for treatment just for the sake of his son's marks or not, I don't know. I've always rejected such needs with head held high, but not anymore. I know it's wrong, but I'm now indebted. I've to repay him, should I give those 10 marks?