Is there anyone ?

Angon swallowed his saliva.

His face became red. He again stared at the strange writings. He was sweating.

“What happened? Come here, man.” Mr. Dori offered him the marker.

“Solve the problem.”

“Ah…mmm…” He was shivering.

First day in a new school. And in this first day, if he cannot solve the problem, then everyone would think him as a stupid.

“I cannot do this, Sir.” He was trying to keep his voice normal, “We didn’t learn anything like this in Mr.s Credel’s class.”

“Who?”, A girl from the back bench asked, “Whose class?”

Some students stared at him. The girl with golden hair also looked towards him.

“Anyone who can do this?” , Asked Mr. Dori.

“Is there anyone who can solve the problem? I was thinking to choose a easy one, so that anyone could do this.”

‘Easy? Is he joking?’

A girl with curled hair from the front desk rose her hand up. Mr. Dori nodded his head. The girl moved forward and took the marker from his hand. She also started drawing those unreadable letters or numbers.

She wrote three lines and gave the marker back to Mr. Dori.

Mr. Dori again nodded and smiled.

“Very Good , Noita.”

Again he stared at Angon and his smile faded away.

Angon noticed many others were also looking at him again and again.

His ears started to warm up.

‘What is this? Where is my fault? Am I supposed to recognize those letters? Am I really in thrilth grade? Or am I hearing something wrong?’

He started thinking so deeply that, what Mr. Dori told or taught, nothing reached his ears after that.

When he came back to reality, everyone of the class stood up. Every one marched forward towards the computers on the back of the class.

“I know many won’t like this job,” told Mr. Dori, “But still, keep up writing. At least you have to carry on the practice.”

‘What will I write? Has he told something I couldn’t hear?’

He stood up.

No, the starting of the class was not good enough for him.

‘Be strong.’ He ordered his mind.

He was never been in same kind of situation before. Specially in the school. At least he would have been able to solve an equation easily which others can.

‘Why it is happening today?’

He entered his finger on his mouth while he was aiming to pinch on his lower lip.

He went to a computer at the corner.

Some students were still staring at him. He ignored them.

He looked at the boy on the seat beside him. He had already started typing. He asked him whispering, “What Mr. Dori told us to write?”

The boy looked at him without removing his hand from the keyboard. He told, “We were told to write about an interesting incident of our summer vacation.”

He then added in a disappointed tone, “Every year the same topic. Can’t they find something new?”

Angon smiled.

“They can. Maybe they can ask what really bad happened in your vacation.”

But the boy wasn’t listening anymore. He already started typing again.

Angon looked at his own monitor. He started to think about an interesting event of the summer vacation. But he couldn’t remember anything.

Then he stared at the keyboard. He was going to fall from the chair.

‘Where’s the letters? What are these?’

Those were like the strange drawings back then.

Every students other than him were typing.

Suddenly a hand touched his shoulder. He looked back.

Mr. Dori was standing there. He looked at the monitor then again looked back at Angon.

He asked him with a warm tone, “Is there any problem, Angon?”

“Aaa…”, Angon couldn’t find any answer, “I …”

“You are not finding anything to write?” Asked Mr. Dori, “Didn’t you go to a family tour with your family?”

“Yes…I did.”

“Where did you go?”

He pointed at the map before Angon could answer.

“Show me where.”

Angon looked at the map in the wall.

A strange sound came from his mouth.

‘What type of map it is?’

He couldn’t find a single country those he knew. ‘Where is Asia? Where’s Europe and Africa? And from where this many sea came?’

“Is the map rotated? No. Even if it was rotated he would have recognized it.”

The map was wrong. He never saw this map.

Mr. Dori looked at him.

“What’s happened Angon?”

‘Should I tell him? Should I let him know what’s the problem I am facing now? Would he understand or would he think me mad?’

‘He can think whatever he likes.’

“Mr. Dori, I think I am becoming mad. I can’t understand anything.”

The bell for finishing the class rang. Angon become too much shocked that he jumped.

He again got relived from Mr. Dori.

“You can go now,” told Mr. Dori, “I’ll see you after the lunch.”

Again everyone started making noise.

He couldn’t understand if Mr. Dori heard his last words or not. Mr. Dori walked towards his desk quickly.

Angon got up. And started moving towards the hall. While moving he stared at the drawings in the board once again.

What’s happened to him? Can anyone answer his question?

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