When I was a child, I didn’t have hair on my head, just some stubs.
I liked to watch my friends play. I would join them now and then, but I preferred watching.
Every day, we would see an old man walking by our playground, carrying an umbrella. He had big ears and a bald head. The moment my friends saw him pass by, they would shout, “Hey, deaf and dumb, what’s the time?” They told me that he could neither hear nor speak.
![The Silent Passer-by [Illustration by Shinod AP]](/media/story-135_1_huf6e0ed74a7e9b3190be42e363a1edb77_14084_820x0_resize_q60_box.gif)
It was early evening. I was standing at the gate of my house, when I saw the old man coming. I was alone. There were no friends around to shout the usual words of ‘greeting’.
But how could I let this man walk by without saying anything? So for the first time, I asked in a soft voice, “Hey deaf and dumb, what’s the time?”
The old man looked at me. Then he looked at his watch and replied,
“It’s five thirty.”
I ran inside the house and never shouted at the old man after that day.
188 words |
1 minutes
Readability:
Grade 4 (9-10 year old children)
Based on Flesch–Kincaid readability scores
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