While trying to remember my good old school days, I got to recollect one beautiful incidence, a day in my life which changed my perception towards my Teachers. Just few days before the Christmas holidays my class Teacher (5th grade) called my name and asked me to stand facing the blackboard. Well, for me it was not unusual, at least once in a week I used to have a face to face chat with the black wall, but this time I was puzzled, because, I tried hard to remember that days' incident of what rascality I had been into but, to no avail. Thought, probably one of the unfaithful classmate might have reported one of my old prank to Her. Though a beautiful Lady by heart, but the real beauty of my Teacher used to be the mehendi (tattoo) She used to brand on our palms with Her wooden scale, gosh that too sometimes a permanent one.
Finally, to my relief I got to know my punishments reason, the ten minutes which I spent interviewing the blackboard, my Teacher was making a greeting card for me. Then She asked the whole class to call out my name, everyone wished me in advance by singing Jingle Bells...wow! I had tears in my eyes. Being the prankster I am, I extended my hand to Her and asked Her to hit me once with her cane, but instead, She hugged me and wished me seasons best. Thanks you Ma'am, thanks for all the beautiful tattoos you gave me on my palms, which now I try hard to find the remains of it...but with closed eyes memories become 8MM and I enjoy it whenever I want to.
"Teachers not only live their life, but of all their pupils."
Finally, to my relief I got to know my punishments reason, the ten minutes which I spent interviewing the blackboard, my Teacher was making a greeting card for me. Then She asked the whole class to call out my name, everyone wished me in advance by singing Jingle Bells...wow! I had tears in my eyes. Being the prankster I am, I extended my hand to Her and asked Her to hit me once with her cane, but instead, She hugged me and wished me seasons best. Thanks you Ma'am, thanks for all the beautiful tattoos you gave me on my palms, which now I try hard to find the remains of it...but with closed eyes memories become 8MM and I enjoy it whenever I want to.
"Teachers not only live their life, but of all their pupils."
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