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  A Lesson for my Teacher I lived on the Mosque Streetin Rameswaram, I lived on the Mosque Streetin Rameswaram, a city famous for its Shiva temple. famous for its Shiva temple. Every evening on my way home fromthe mosque, I would linger nearthe temple. I always felt like a stranger here as the temple goers stared suspiciously at me. They probably wondered what a Muslim boy was doing in front of a temple. The truth was that I loved to listento the rhythmic chanting of the mantras, though I never understooda word. though I never understooda word. There was a strange magic in them. Of course,something else led me there. My best friend,Ramanadha Sastry, was the sonof the head priest. He sat beside his fatherat this hour, He sat beside his fatherat this hour, reciting hymns. Ram would steal a smiling glance at mefrom time to time. a smiling glance at mefrom time to time. At school, Ram and I always sat together on thefirst bench of our classroom. alwa...

 This is for you. What is it? Don’t you know what it is?It’s a ring. What? Will you marry me? Marry me. Young-jae... What? So...wait... it’s just that it so sudden,it’s strange... What do you mean strange? You just finished wishing me luck withMin-hyuk and then you left... And then now this...it’s strange. Why are you so fickle? I’m not being fickle... I thought it was the coolest thing todo at the time... Hey, regardless, are you going toaccept this or not? What? Are you going to marry me? I’m going to have to think about it. Is it, by any chance,because of Min-hyuk? What? No...Min-hyuk and I have decidedto be good friends. Oh...really? Then what is it?Am I not that great? No, I want to think about it,how can I answer you right away? Then when?When will you answer me? Um...in one week. Hey, one week?No way, that’s too long. Then...three days? No. By tomorrow, okay? What? You have to give mean answer tomorrow. Look at this house,hurry up and clean. Ji-eun..i...