Her students called her Baby Miss. She called them fondly “My Children” Baby Miss was a very strict school teacher and later a headmistress. Even now, I could recall her booming voice that resounded across the school during assembly time. One day, Baby Miss caught a student who was up to some mischief during her class. Promptly, the wooden ruler -which she always carried – came into play. Baby Miss quickly shifted the ruler to her right hand, turned it so that the edge of the ruler was facing down – to deliver the maximum impact. Swish..the ruler came crashing on to the boy's stretched palm. Cut after cut was delivered with the same intensity and force. Watching it from the back of the classroom, I flinched. Surprisingly, the boy who received all the beating stood without batting an eyelid. He did not flinch, or even move. Not a drop of tear could be seen on his face. He just wiped both his hands vigorously on the back of his trousers and went back to his seat. Sam...