Small Story 401.

Small Story 401 Giving with Joy – A Gift for Education Thangavelu sat in his usual chair. Ever since he retired as Headmaster of Thirunagar School, he had settled in his native village, Thirumangalam — a small, peaceful place near Madurai. It was a quiet town with a few independent houses, and his ancestral home stood with grace, built many decades ago by his forefathers. Now 73, Thangavelu followed a simple routine. Life had slowed down after the passing of his beloved wife, Anusuya. His only daughter lived with him, her husband frequently transferred due to his bank job. His granddaughter Priya, who was in the tenth standard, shared a close bond with her grandfather. She loved English and was keen on learning new languages, often listening to his stories and advice with eager ears. That afternoon, Thangavelu received a phone call. “Hey, how are you?” It was his old friend and colleague, Muthanna. “I want to meet you today. What time would be convenient?” Muthanna lived in Arasaradi but had taught with Thangavelu during their years at Thirunagar School. Though originally from Coorg in Karnataka, Muthanna had settled in Madurai due to his son Somanba’s bank job. “Come for tea at 4 PM,” Thangavelu replied warmly. At 4 PM sharp, Muthanna arrived with a bag of fruits. Priya greeted him cheerfully. “How is aunty, uncle?” she asked. “She’s fine,” smiled Muthanna. “She’s gone to Coorg to attend a wedding and will be back next week.” Over tea and bajji, the two old friends settled into familiar comfort. Muthanna leaned in and said, “You remember I told you I support two boys with their education after my retirement? I send them ₹5000 monthly from my pension. You had shown interest back then, but I didn’t want to pressure you.” Thangavelu nodded. “Now I’ve found another deserving student — he’s in his first year B.Sc. His family is very poor.” Without hesitation, Thangavelu replied, “No problem. I will also contribute ₹5000 like you. Our pensions are about the same.” “Thank you so much!” said Muthanna, touched. “I’ll send you the boy’s details once I get home.” The two friends spent the next hour reminiscing — their school days, college hostel memories, evening coffee at College House, movies at Thangam Theatre, and temple visits. As the sun began to set, Muthanna stood up to leave. He paused at the doorway and said, “Those days won’t come back… but they were full of happiness, even with limited income.” Thangavelu nodded with a gentle smile. “True. Happiness is always in our mind.” They parted ways, their hearts lighter — not because of what they gave, but because of the joy in giving. K.Ragavan 17-10-25