The Short Cut
My sister Meera’s teacher had warned the class again and again not to take the short cut through the fields while coming to school, because the path crossed a canal and its banks were slippery in the rains. Meera thought the teacher was being fussy.
One July morning she was late, and she decided to take the short cut. The path was muddy, but she walked quickly, sure of herself. Halfway across, her foot slipped on the wet clay and she fell into the canal. The water was not deep, but the bank was steep and slippery and she could not climb out. She shouted for nearly twenty minutes before a farmer heard her and pulled her up with his rope.
She reached school two hours late, muddy and shivering. Her teacher did not scold her. She gave Meera her own shawl, dried her hair and only said, “Now you know why I warned you.” Meera felt ashamed of the many times she had laughed at that advice.
That day she understood that her teacher’s rules were not fussiness but care, thus she decided never to disobey her teacher.