The Lesson of the Unstoppable Teacher: A Tale of Fog, Fire, and Syllabus

I love kneading the dough, the lovely aroma of a sizzling roti and when the slight burning smell rises from the roti while roasting on gas, it resembles with the burning smell of woods and reminds me of my days of school in India, in foggy winters when the smell of burning wood was every where and people used to warm their hands by fire, It was very difficult to see anything because of fog, And everywhere schools were closed only my school was the special school which never used to close whether it was storms or lightening, we still had to go to school and give tests, even the busses used to stop due to fog and many children lived far from school used to get absent because of this, But no one knows that how all subject teachers used to be present in school and finishes big big chapters in one period on that day. And whenever you got absent thinking that their will be no one in school because of the fog. The next day you realize half of the syllabus was completed when you were absent.