Why Did the Teacher Slap Me

I was studying in the 6th standard in the village school

One lazy afternoon in the class, the teacher walked in and everyone stood up in respect. Even before the class settled down the teacher signaled me to go towards him.

Though i was a back bencher , i went to him like an obedient pet as he was famous for slapping students. But deep in my mind I always wondered how it felt to be slapped by someone.

My curiosity kept on increasing as i went near him and as soon as my face was at a reachable distance. His hand went up in the air and it reached out to my soft lower ear lobe and like a professional he started squeezing it . I felt of myself as a chewing gum for a few moments.

When he did a few rounds and i had seen enough of butterflies, he told me to go back. As i was going back, i felt like a celebrity as almost a 100 eyes were fixed on me of the classmates

I reached my bench and i was still wondering why it all happened, i couldn’t help but smile while sitting down.

Even before my bums could touch the bench, the teacher gave me yet another signal to go to back to him. This time around i was very confident of the reason and walked up to him in speed and as soon as i reached the distance of his arm span, everything started slowing down.

His hand swung up in the air like a baseball racket and with the perfection of a pro it landed right in the middle of my face, home-run!

It was because of him i realized law of attraction is real ,whether it is for a good or a bad thing.

I am sure he only had the best of intentions, but out of the deep respect we had for teachers in the village none of us students could ask him for the reason. Among all my other teachers , I wish him a great Teacher’s Day. We always learn from them.

May be this is why they say, experience is best teacher ,as even after 25 years of that incident i am still wondering why it all happened..

Can you help me with a guess..?

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