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A letter to my teacher!

Teacher’s day celebration in the apartment yesterday. A girl I knew had to give a speech for 2 mins. A very bold girl that I knew, was in tears, just before her turn. She found comfort in her mom’s arms. Her elder wanted to replace her but her mother objected. I silently watched them.

 

This morning, as I was heading home after a walk, the kid’s mother bumped into me. She felt the need to update me about her daughter since I enquired about her after the function. She informed that the crowd scared her. She also urged to say that her elder was unprepared and her content would not have been up to the standards. I wondered if my teachers ever said so. Then I mentioned to her these days, even when people know that the content is useless, there are donkeys who watch and listen to it. That I did not like the discouraging act. Giving a try would not have harmed. Her silence approved of it.

 

I remembered my teachers who held my hand and never told me how much I trembled. Everyone knows they need time, sun, water to start something and grow. Only a teacher who does not judge even before the start can open kids to full of history and the secret stairways. A teacher should be strong to let the child explore and create history. I have had such teachers. I thanked them for what they were and let us explore everything we wanted to. I see a lack of such patience these days in teachers. Yeah! there are always exceptions. 

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