The Lesson taught.. A story.
The class was boring.. The teacher had been ranting about the way the code would work. The repetition was inexplicable.. Sameer could never wrap his head around the working of loops. The minute hand seemed to have stopped... The second hand continuing its loop around the center continuously. He couldn't wait to get back to his bicycle for a ride. The bell rang, indicating the time for school to be dispersed. He scooped up his bag made way for his bicycle. The rickety old cycle which had been his trusty companion on all his adventures. Today he had decided to explore something on the outskirts of the town. The loops and iterations still bothered him as he had hardly understood the concept. But now he was free to ride on his own away from all the monotony of repetition. It was almost evening by now. The dilapidated mansion stood, shrouded in an aura of somberness on the outskirts of the hustling city. Every evening Sameer would cycle pas...