Call for Empathy in Schools
Call for Empathy in Schools Ms. Moqheeta Mehboob I did my schooling from a central school, Kendriya Vidyalaya — a school with a very high reputation. Decades have passed, but I still remember a particular incident. I must have been no more than five or six years old. I remember a sunny morning, the assembly, the stage, the teachers — and the shame. I don’t remember the reason or the lesson taught that day, but I distinctly remember the stares of more than a thousand students and around a hundred teachers. A few of us were made to stand on the stage as a form of punishment. I also remember, somewhere around the same age, walking home from school in tears. I was burning with fever, but at that tender age, I couldn't make sense of what was happening and resorted to crying. A Yezdi bike slowed down beside me. A man — a staff member from my school — asked me what was wrong. I couldn’t explain. He offered me a lift, and I pointed him to my house. He dropped me at my gate and even peeped ...