 ½ of Lauralie | Koala | The being in Ern's pocket | Baby Smurf | Prouf member of The Flock
Simran wasn't feeling like much of anything today. Neither did she feel like eating, nor did she feel much like chatting. Her saree was a deep indigo, that despite its glimmer every time the gossamer caught the light, remained a sombre colour to mark a sombre day. It was always a sad day, when a teacher could not save their student. In this case: students.
A doubly sad occasion.
Her age seemed for the first time apparent as she listened to the speech, exchanged looks with her colleagues, and sighed at her plate. They would have to be strong for the children, and she would have to keep her chin up despite it all, so she clapped where appropriate, and smiled where necessary, but after all of it, heaved another silent sigh and started eating slowly.
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