Ma`am you are alluring rich with knowledge and
teasingly warm with kindness, enticing smell of honey dripping words. I was
there as a kid covered in dust laden books, with scribbled notes and meandered thoughts.
Reminiscing about those words today seems like a golden drop that’s penetrated
my visage in yesteryears. Your tutelage carefully drove and made me cross the
asymmetrical ridge of a bitter world that waited to unfurl. Your esoteric ways
had molded and framed me, the sweet and earthly aroma still lingers somewhere
deep within. The inextricably entwined nugget of your teachings is still
redolent. Those English classes and subjects, the metallic tip of my pen,
recalls me back to the Cerebral School of yours. What more could I possibly
afford to ask? No futile commodity can re-traded the lofty skimmed knowledge, you
hold and confer. I am in debt for those gazillion conversations, tinkling
melody of chalk darted on blackboards, and ornamentally Zen laced English
grammar you thoughts. Marshalling my strength towards a new dimension, your
words dropped like a heart- halting and eye opening views. Ma`am I will always
be a student of a solitude world, whirring into an abandoned world, so cold.
Always trying to reach for the Talisman, in earthy waves and octaves of
yours...Happy Teacher Day!!
Thanks for everything,
I Remain,
Roop
