The Magic Pen
Rahul stormed into the house, threw his bag in a corner and himself on the couch. “Relax Rahul,” said his mom who walked in behind him. “Work harder next time, I’m sure you will do better.” “How much harder mom?” replied a frustrated Rahul. “I worked very hard but feared this would happen. This is my condition in 7th grade, I wonder what I’ll do in 10th?” His grandfather, who was merely a spectator till now asked, “What happened?” “It was his open house today, dad,” replied Rahul’s mother. “He did not fare very well,” she whispered. “You do your work,” said his grandfather in a soft voice. “I’ll handle it.” “Thank you,” she replied and went into the kitchen. Rahul’s grandfather made himself comfortable on the couch beside him. “Tell me what’s the matter Rahul, you can pour your heart out to me.” “Grandpa, I know I’m a weak student. I work hard, trust me, but somehow, I know I’m never going to do well.” “Why so much self-doubt? You have to start believ...