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They both walked out from the School, she first and then him. Clearly he was dejected. They both walked away as if they were not together. He came close to my CAB and I said hello. He responded with a hello but it was hollow ..... something was missing. By that time she reached us and I realized it must have been the PTA meeting. So I asked how was the meeting and she started complaining ........ I am fed up of listening the same story in every PTA. This boy wont listen and keeps doing the same things again and again. It was the n'th time that the teacher complained about him not being focused. and you know this time its an important year of his schooling as next year he would be in the tenth. I really don't know what to do with him. "As a CAB driver I had this habit of talking to people to break some ice. I asked for the location and started to drive. Both of them were not seated together. The Boy chose to be seated besides me instead of being with his mother. I quipped to ask for his name and with pale voice he uttered his name.
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I turned to Shivam and asked .... so where is your dad today and suddenly the mother started ...... dont even ask about him .... he is out to Europe for work since six months and any which way even if he is around he is busy in his work 24 x 7 x 365.
When she stopped I looked at the Boy with curious eyes and he rolled his eyes. Arre uncle she is just a complaint Box. She hardly has any time for me and when she does she only complains. I dont even know anymore if she knows me.
Apparently Mister father and Ms Mother were too busy in their work. But she would make an effort to attend the PTA meetings. The Boy was mostly on his own with not much connect with either of the parents. I smiled to myself..... All looks great but the connections are missing.
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I turned on the Radio and it started with the news of Lockdown. They were locking down the City from next day for four weeks as a containment measure for some virus. I looked at the complaint box and told her. "Your problems are solved. No school from tomorrow and even your Courts would not be working". She looked puzzled but I continued ...... "This is a gift for you. Four weeks, you and your Son would be locked up with each other. He seems to be a nice boy and just needs some attention from you. Talk to him ... give him some quality time and make an effort to understand him. I am sure this would work."
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I patted on Shivam's back and let out a big laugh.We had arrived at the destination. The complaint box paid the bills and they started to walk inside their housing complex. I watched carefully ..... they were walking closely. The complaint box had kept her hand on his shoulders. I smiled to myself......"Lockdown had already started working.".
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