My colleagues ushered in my sons with absolute affection. Swaraj got down to his ‘mentoring’ role as soon as the others dispensed with the initial niceties. I saw them have a nice long chat in the canteen and then at the desk with the computer. I didn’t overhear their conversation as I was strictly warned not to be around when they chatted. After a while, I saw Kavish sitting at the desk and typing on the computer. Does this boy really know anything about it? I wondered if it was a good idea. If Subramanian happened to see Kavish at the computer, he might not take it kindly. But the boys moved away before Subramanian stepped out of his cabin.
By lunchtime, both boys seemed to have had enough and asked if they could return home. I was reluctant to leave them, but Swaraj seemed distracted, too. Perhaps I was impinging too much on his time. I allowed the boys to go.
During lunch, I spoke to Swaraj about their conversation. “I had hoped we would all have lunch together.”
“I think the boys were bored.”
“So, how did it go?” I asked expectantly.
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