A letter to my teacher
Dated: 06.09.2021
Yesterday! Teacher’s day
celebration in the apartment. A very bold girl I knew had to give a speech for
2 mins. Just before her turn, she was in tears. She found comfort in her mom’s
arms. Her elder wanted to replace her, but her mother objected. I silently
watched.
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. I had inquired about her after the function. I learned that
she was scared of the crowd. Her mother added that her elder was unprepared and,
that her content would not have been up to the standards. I wondered if my
teachers ever said so. Then I mentioned to her that these days, useless content is watched
and listened to more. That I disliked the discouraging act. Giving it 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, and 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 patience these days in
teachers. After all, we are the system. Yeah! there are always exceptions.
