flying roofs

Class XII Arts/Com. Subject- English. Topic - Poem - My Mother At Sixty Six. Participants - The emotional bundles stuffed in uniforms -  my naughty , lovely students. 'Describe your mother in a single word'. The entire class went on silence for a few seconds. Unhurriedly , taking their own good time they started tossing their answers.... Don't repeat, something new.....I demanded.... Suddenly , one girl stood up and professed " MY MOTHER IS A MAGICIAN"....... OMG! Pin drop silence..... The classroom, green board, my chalk smeared hands....everything...everything vanished. Bell rang , I left the class. Only the girl and her  word MAGICIAN revolves around me now.