Teachers Never Die
They live in your memory forever. They were there when you arrived, they were there when you left. Like fixtures. Once in a while they taught you something. But not that often. And, you never really knew them, any more than they knew you. Still, for awhile, you believed in them. And, if you were lucky, maybe there was one who believed in you.
posted by Manu Saxena at 6:17:00 pm
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3 Comments:
Writing after a helluva long time, aren't you?
Espèra, as always, you are absolutely correct.
I wouldn't get my hopes up, though, if I were you. My return has less to do with an irresistible urge to write again (much like the ones I was accustomed to experiencing in the days of yore), and more to do with the fact that it was Teachers' Day, I wanted to wish a couple of my old teachers (more for my own benefit than for theirs'), and I was too lazy to actually do it properly.
How about you write so that mere mortals like me can read?
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