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| Words: 295 FOR "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" Hon. Mention - "Winner for 7/19 and prompt for 7/20" The Principal's word was law, and the Principal had decreed that every student in the school must learn to cook. The timetable was rearranged and Grades 7 and 8 now had 'Cookery' once a week. There were 36 students in each batch, and 9 cooking 'stations', hence, students divided into groups of four. Malini's group quickly learnt not to trust her with anything except wiping the 'station' clean once they were done with the dish of the day. Malini could not chop vegetables, she could not stir, she could not add pinches of salt or masala. So, class after class, she held the pink checked napkin for 55 minutes and spent 5 minutes wiping down. The grade was awarded to the group, so Malini got her 'A' throughout. Thus, she didn't feel the necessity to learn, though her friend Gunjan tried to teach her. Then it came. The announcement. The Principal would herself be conducting the Cookery exam, and it was to be individual this time. “I told you this would happen.” Gunjan tried to sound sympathetic and triumphant at the same time. "No you didn't," Malini ranted. "Anyway, what am I going to do?" The Cookery mistress was equally worried. It wouldn't do - to have one failure in class. It would mar the record. In her desperation, she solved the problem. She rigged the room so Gunjan could hide behind a screen next to Malini's station. When the Principal's back was turned, Gunjan would do Malini's work for her. All seemed to go smoothly, though both girls were trembling. Soon, the paneer curry was bubbling deliciously in its sauce pan. "Delicious," the Principal declared. She smiled at Malini. Then, she lifted her voice. "Gunjan, you can come out now. You've done a great job." |
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