Abdul Kalam, A Lesson for my Teacher: Learn English (US) - Story for Children & Adults

<p>Kalam and Ram were best friends in school but one day a teacher separated them. A touching story about how everyone learned a lesson.&nbsp; &nbsp;A Lesson for my Teacher I lived on the Mosque Street in Rameswaram, a city famous for its Shiva temple. Every evening on my way home from the mosque, I would linger near the temple. I always felt like a stranger here as the temple goers stared suspiciously at me. They probably wondered what a Muslim boy was doing in front of a temple. The truth was that I loved to listen to the rhythmic chanting of the mantras, though I never understood a word. There was a strange magic in them. Of course, something else led me there. My best friend, Ramanadha Sastry, was the son of the head priest. He sat beside his father at this hour, reciting hymns. Ram would steal a smiling glance at me from time to time. At school, Ram and I always sat together on the first bench of our classroom.&nbsp;</p>