The child did not have money to pay the fees. What the teacher did brought humanity to tears. What happened next is not just an incident but also a harsh reality of today’s society and a mirror for all of us. So friends, to know the full story, be sure to watch the video till the end. But first, like the video, subscribe to the channel and do write your name and your city’s name in the comment. Friends, this is a true story from Patna, the capital of Bihar. Where in the morning, the chirping of children echoed in a private school classroom. But in a corner of the class, 13-year-old Sameer was sitting quietly with his book open. In his hand was a crumpled school fee notice, which he had tried to hide many times. As soon as the class teacher, Jaya Madam, entered inside, her eyes fell directly on Sameer. She saw that the other children were studying enthusiastically, but Sameer’s eyes were dull. Jaya Madam came closer and softly asked, “Sameer, beta, why are you so sad? You haven’t been paying attention to studies for many days now. Is everything alright?” Sameer silently bowed his head. Jaya Madam got even more concerned. She took that paper from his hand. On the paper, in bold letters, was written: “Final Warning: Pay the fees, otherwise your name will be struck off.” Jaya Madam took a deep breath and immediately took him to the principal’s office. Sitting in the office, the principal said in a stern voice, “Madam, this is not a new issue. We have sent him notices many times. If he doesn’t pay the fees, he won’t be able to study in this school. And yes, if you have so much sympathy, why don’t you pay his fees yourself?” Hearing these words, it felt like a mountain had collapsed on Sameer’s heart. Tears welled up in his eyes. As soon as they left the office, he burst into tears and hugged Jaya Madam. “Madam, what do I do? My father is no longer in this world. My mother somehow manages to earn two meals a day by doing labour. Where will the money for fees come from, Madam? Will I have to leave school now?” Jaya Madam couldn’t hold back seeing the condition of that little child. She immediately embraced Sameer and, patting his back, said, “Beta, stop crying now. I don’t like to see tears in your eyes. I understand the big trouble you are facing. But don’t worry. Some way will surely be found.” Sameer, still sobbing, said, “Madam, ever since father passed away, our home has fallen apart. Mother manages to get food by doing labour. But where will we get the money for fees? If I am expelled from school, my dreams will also shatter.” His innocence and pain shook Jaya Madam to her core. She decided she would not let this child break like this. She held Sameer’s hand and said, “Come, beta, I will come to your house today. I need to talk to your mother.” Sameer looked at her in surprise. “You will come to my house?” “Yes, beta,” Jaya Madam said firmly. “If I talk to your mother, perhaps a solution will emerge.” As soon as the class ended, Jaya Madam picked up her bag and left the school with Sameer. The path was long. They walked slowly through narrow lanes and broken roads. There was a heaviness in Sameer’s feet, as if he was afraid that after seeing his mother’s poverty, Madam might distance herself from him. After a while, they reached an old dilapidated house. Seepage marks on the walls, water stains dripping from the ceiling, and a broken lock on the door – everything spoke of the house’s condition. Sameer gently opened the door and called out, “Maa, see, I have come.” A frail woman came out from inside. Deep lines of fatigue on her face and dark circles under her eyes were clearly visible. This was Kamala Devi, Sameer’s mother. As soon as she saw her son had brought his school teacher, she became flustered. “Oh beta, who is this? Which teacher are you?” Jaya Madam smiled and joined her hands. “Namaste, sister. I am Sameer’s class teacher. I needed to discuss something important, so I came to your house.” Kamala Devi quickly composed herself. Pulling a broken chair, she said, “Oh Madam ji, the house is very simple, but please sit. I’ll get you some water.” After a little while, she brought a glass of water and tea. There wasn’t much in the house, but she didn’t leave out any hospitality. Jaya Madam observed her condition carefully and softly asked, “Sister, are you managing everything alone?” Kamala Devi’s eyes welled up. In a low voice, she said, “Yes, Madam ji, everything was fine as long as my husband was alive. He worked in a private company, which is how we could educate Sameer in this good school. But fate took everything away. After his passing, I was left alone. Now, by doing labour, I manage to earn two meals a day, but paying fees and other expenses is beyond my means. Sometimes I think of taking my son out of school, but seeing his innocent face, I don’t have the courage.” Hearing this, Jaya Madam’s heart melted. She took off her bangles and placed them in Kamala Devi’s hands. “Sister, keep these. Go and pay Sameer’s fees tomorrow. They will also help with other needs. This child is very intelligent. Don’t stop him from studying.” Kamala Devi pulled her hands back and said, “Madam, how can I take your jewellery? This is your family’s support.” But Jaya Madam insisted, saying, “I don’t have children of my own. But I see my own son in Sameer. If this child is deprived of education, my being a teacher would be meaningless.” Kamala Devi held the bangles with tearful eyes. She felt as if God had heard her prayers. The worry that had sat on her chest like a heavy stone for so long suddenly lightened. She pressed the bangles to her eyes and said in a choked voice, “Madam, I don’t know how I will repay this debt of gratitude. You have given me the status of a sister. May God never give you sorrow.” Jaya Madam held her hand and said, “Sister, don’t consider this a favour. It is my duty. I see my own son in Sameer. This child’s education should never stop.” Sameer was standing at the door, watching all this. For the first time, a new ray of hope shone in his eyes. He resolved in his heart, “One day, when I grow up, I will definitely repay my teacher’s debt.” The very next day, Kamala Devi pawned those bangles and deposited Sameer’s fees. Holding the fee receipt in her hand, it felt as if a burden had lifted from her eyes. The fear of Sameer’s name being struck off was gone. This was not just a matter of paying fees; it was the moment of reviving his dreams. Now Jaya Madam started paying even more attention to Sameer. She checked his notebook every day, asked him questions, and corrected every small and big mistake. Whenever a difficult question came up in class, Sameer would be the first to stand up and give the correct answer. Seeing the pride in Madam’s eyes, he started working even harder. Slowly, time passed. Sameer passed eighth grade, then ninth, and then tenth. Along with his studies, the responsibilities at home also increased. The absence of his father had made him mature before his age. He understood that the house couldn’t run on his mother’s labour alone. After passing tenth, he started giving tuition to children in the neighbourhood. In the evening, four or five children would sit on the broken threshold of his house, and Sameer would teach them diligently. The money he received in return started providing some relief to the household expenses. Kamala Devi would get emotional seeing her son’s responsibility. Sometimes she would caress his head, sometimes with tearful eyes she would pray to God, “O Lord, turn every drop of my son’s sweat into success.” Jaya Madam also often visited their house, sometimes bringing books, sometimes copies and books, and sometimes just boosting his morale with her words. “Sameer, beta, you are very intelligent. Remember, difficulties always make a person stronger.” Her words were like a blessing for Sameer. By the time he reached intermediate (high school), Sameer’s confidence had grown even more. One day he told his mother, “Maa, I want to become a lawyer. I want to help people. Just like Jaya Madam helped us, I also want to be a support for others.” Kamala Devi saw the sparkle in her son’s eyes and said proudly, “Beta, I am poor, but I will never let your dream remain unfulfilled. I will do whatever I can. The rest, God and your hard work will support you.” Then Sameer took admission in college. Now his life became even more difficult. College classes during the day, tuition at night, and sometimes doing small jobs to collect money became his routine. Struggle had become synonymous with his life. But a fire of determination was burning inside him. He kept telling himself, “I have to become big so I can make my Madam and my mother both proud.” In college, he started being counted among the most intelligent students. Whether it was debate competitions or moot courts, his name started shining everywhere. Gradually, his identity started building. And then the day also came when Sameer completed his law studies and wore a lawyer’s black coat for the first time. Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at himself. Tears welled up in his eyes. In a low voice, he said, “Madam, today your sacrifice has succeeded.” After wearing the lawyer’s black coat, Sameer’s life truly started changing. The initial few years passed with difficulties. But his hard work and dedication slowly made him a well-known lawyer. His arguments in court were so precise that even the judges appreciated his points. People started coming to him from far and wide with their cases. The condition of the house was no longer the same. In place of broken walls and damp rooms, they had now built a small pucca house. There was now a glow of contentment in Kamala Devi’s eyes. She often told the women in the neighbourhood, “My son has now become a big lawyer. People recognise us by his name.” Seeing this pride on his mother’s face, Sameer considered himself even more fortunate. It always remained in his heart that all this was only because of his mother and Jaya Madam. Meanwhile, one day his mother told him, “Beta, now that you are settled, a daughter-in-law should also come into the house. I want your life to be complete.” Sameer first tried to avoid it by laughing it off. But finally, he had to yield to his mother’s insistence. With the help of family and relatives, his marriage was fixed with a gentle and educated girl named Seema. The wedding happened with great pomp. The wedding procession left, drums played, and the courtyard of his mother’s house was filled with liveliness again. Seema was simple and understanding by nature. After marriage, she not only managed the house but also considered serving Kamala Devi her duty. Slowly, showers of happiness began in the house. A few years later, a son was born to Sameer and Seema. That little child seemed to have lit a lamp in the house. Kamala Devi would play with him in her lap for hours and thank God that He had given her this happiness in her old age too. Life was now on track. Sameer’s name was echoing everywhere. He had money, respect, and a happy family. But amidst this glitter, Jaya Madam’s name was being left behind somewhere. Then one evening when Sameer returned from the office, he saw his mother sitting alone in the courtyard. There was a slight moisture in her eyes. Sameer went near and asked, “Maa, why are you sitting like this? Is something troubling you?” Kamala Devi said in a low voice, “No, beta, no trouble. Just one thing is stuck in my mind.” “What is it, Maa?” Kamala Devi took a deep breath and said, “Beta, do you remember who that woman was who stood up for you by pawning her jewellery when your name was about to be struck off from school? That same Jaya Madam, because of whom you are at this position today.” Sameer was suddenly startled. In the rush of all these years, he had truly not remembered Jaya Madam. There was a tremor in his mother’s voice. “Beta, I have become old now. My last wish is that you meet your Jaya Madam once. Show her how big your Sameer has become. The biggest part of your success is hers too.” Sameer fell silent. His eyes welled up. He sat at his mother’s feet and said, “Maa, you are right. I had forgotten. But there won’t be any more delay. From tomorrow, I will start searching for her.” His mother, stroking her son’s head, said, “Beta, that will be my greatest happiness. The woman who considered you her son, you will embrace her as a son today. Then my heart will find peace.” That night, Sameer couldn’t sleep for a long time. All the memories of the past kept revolving before his eyes. The corner of the classroom, the crumpled fee notice in hand, the principal’s harsh behaviour, and then Jaya Madam’s eyes filled with affection. A flood of gratitude surged in his heart. The next morning, he first took his mother’s blessings and said, “Maa, I will definitely search for my Madam now. Wherever she is, I will find her and bring her before you.” Sameer had made a promise to his mother, but it wasn’t that easy. So many years had passed. The school had closed down. Old records were lying buried in dust. Still, he didn’t lose courage. He first went to that very school where his childhood had once been spent. The gate was broken. Vines had climbed the walls, and classrooms had turned into ruins. He asked the old watchman on duty there about Jaya Madam. Scratching his head, the watchman said, “Beta, I came here later. But the old staff records are lying in the office. Perhaps you might find something from there.” Sameer went to the record room and searched through old files. Dust was flying, his eyes were burning, but hope remained in his heart. After searching for hours, he found a file in which the addresses of teachers were recorded. Seeing Jaya Madam’s name there, his breath almost stopped. Two addresses were written there – one old, one new. He immediately went there. The first address was now empty. But going to the second address, he saw a small, broken house. Knocking on the door, a thin, frail woman opened the door. Her hair had turned white. She had a walking stick in her hand. Deep wrinkles were on her face. Sameer took one look and recognised her. It was his Jaya Madam. He immediately bent down to touch her feet. Jaya Madam was surprised. “Beta, who are you? Why are you touching my feet?” Tears started flowing from Sameer’s eyes. “Madam, you didn’t recognise me. I am that Sameer. Your student, for whom you gave your bangles to secure his right to education.” Jaya Madam looked closely, and her eyes filled with tears. “Oh, you are that Sameer! Oh God, today my penance is complete.” She hugged him. Tears were flowing from both their eyes. When Sameer stepped inside the house, his heart broke seeing its condition. The house was broken. The floor was worn out, and very ordinary belongings were lying inside. He asked, “Madam, why are you alone here? Your husband…” Jaya Madam explained in a low voice, “After my husband passed away, my brothers-in-law took possession of all the land. I even went to the police, but the wealthy people bought everyone off. Now I am living here alone.” Sameer, holding her hand, said, “Madam, you won’t have to bear any more trouble now. Now your son is a lawyer. I will fight your case and get your land back for you.” After a few months of hard work, Sameer won that case in court. Jaya Madam’s land and rights were restored. But the biggest victory was that she was not alone anymore. Sameer brought her to his house. Mother Kamala Devi hugged her like a sister. Seema started taking care of her like her own mother, and Sameer’s children started calling her ‘Nani’ (grandmother). Now Jaya Madam started smiling again. She often tells Sameer, “Beta, I taught you in childhood, but the real lesson was taught by you to me – that good deeds never go in vain.” Friends, this story teaches us that a teacher’s sacrifice, a mother’s struggle, and a true disciple’s gratitude together can give life new meaning. 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