“What is Interest?” asked the teacher.
*Interest?.. sounded familiar..like all the faces whose names I forget to remember*
*My mind reached out to all those desires of my past life, all the passions I used to cherish as a child, of all the things that I used to love and care about and all those things I was curious about. It all feels so many million years away but only last week I became sixteen they say.*
“Interest is what you pay for, my dear childern”,the teacher said and turned towards the blackboard.