Dhruv was a quiet and thoughtful boy. He had just joined a new school called Peace School. Before this, he studied in a big, well-known school where the principal was strict, the teachers gave too many rules, and students were often scolded.

In his old school, no one treated children like they mattered. The principal sat in a big chair, and everyone was afraid of him. Teachers spoke loudly, and students were scared to ask questions. If someone did something wrong, they were shouted at in front of the whole class.

But when Dhruv came to Peace School, things felt different. On his first day, he saw the principal, Meera Ma’am, talking kindly to a group of students. She was not sitting in a big chair. She was sitting on the floor with the children during storytime.

Later, Dhruv saw a teacher helping a child tie her shoelace. He even saw the cook sitting at a lunch table with some students and sharing stories. No one looked more important than the other. Everyone talked kindly to one another.

At first, Dhruv was confused. He asked a classmate, “Who is in charge here?”

His friend Tara laughed gently and said, “No one is ‘in charge’ like a boss here. Everyone just does their work. Meera Ma’am takes care of the school. Teachers teach. Cooks cook. Gardeners care for the plants. But no one thinks they are better than others.”

Dhruv asked, “But don’t we need someone to give orders?”

Tara shook her head. “We all respect each other here. No one uses power to control others. Everyone listens, talks, and works together.”

That week, Dhruv got a chance to sit in a circle with Meera Ma’am and other students. He asked her bravely, “Why don’t you act like a principal? Don’t you have the most power?”

Meera Ma’am smiled kindly. “I am here to guide and help, not to show I have power. All of us do different jobs. That doesn’t make one person better than another. If we remove power and pride, then work becomes simple and meaningful. That’s what Peace School believes in.”

Dhruv felt something warm in his heart. He remembered how in his old school he was scared to speak up or try new things. But here, no one laughed at him. No one forced him. The teachers asked what he thought, not just what he remembered.

He started to feel free. He could ask questions. He could share his ideas. And he could say “I don’t know” without fear.

After a few weeks, Dhruv helped a little boy who had dropped his books. Another time, he watered the plants near the classroom. He wasn’t told to do it. He just wanted to.

No one gave him a gold star or a prize. But he didn’t need that. He felt proud and happy from inside.

In Peace School, Dhruv felt safe. He felt heard. He felt at home. And when a child feels at home, something magical happens — they begin to grow with love, care, and confidence.

🌟Moral of the Story🌟
When a school removes fear, power, and pride, children feel safe and equal. They grow into kind and brave human beings. In a place where everyone is respected for who they are, learning becomes joyful, and every child blooms like a flower.