"Ma'am thring", I felt a tug at my dupatta and turned back to find a little boy barely a little above my knees in height. I was the assigned invigilator in the exam hall.
"What?", I asked, confused.
"Thrriiiinnnggg !!! To tie my answer paper", the little chap sounded a little impatient.
At that moment, I could have picked him up and hugged him, he looked so cute while trying to explain himself. And it made me wonder- Why does a little child not even old enough to enunciate the word "string" properly has to go through the torture of writing an exam?