It was the last day of the academy, and a boy could be seen walking toward the corridor of the Mazar Academy. He appeared in front of a glass door. A bell was beside it; he rang it and said, "Come in." A voice appeared. The boy entered the room.
Oh, it's you," a heavy voice appeared. The boy looked in front, and his eyes fell on the slender old man sitting on his chair. He was the principal. The old man looked at the boy and said, "Take a seat."
The boy pulled out a chair and sat. "It took you long to visit; others have already met me in the morning," said the old man.
"I am sorry, Sir; I was a little busy in the morning. When I got free, it was already late. I didn't want to disturb you, so I decided to visit in the evening," replied the boy apologetically.
