In the principal's office, the scene unfolded with two distinct figures. One of them, seated at the desk, was engrossed in munching on the tray of food before him. Meanwhile, the other figure sat in patient silence, biding his time until the first figure would finally finish his meal.
Principal Salmit, his voice laced with familiarity, broke the silence. "What brings you here, Uncle Chethan?" His inquisitive gaze shifted from the empty tray to the old man, revealing the deep-rooted connection between them. It was evident that their history ran long and deep.
"Little Salmit, it really has been a long while," Chethan remarked, diverting the conversation once more.
Upon hearing the familiar address, "Little Salmit," a warm and genuine smile graced the principal's aging features. It was evident that this simple moniker held a special place in his heart, evoking fond memories of days gone by.
