Happy Teacher’s day!!!

I remember those stories from chandamama which Ajja used to read and recite to us with full actions and emotions, now I only remember the moral behind them.
I just run through the memories of my uncle taking me on little treks and telling things of beauty and mysteries in wonderful forests, now I only remember the smell of the wet mud in the forests.
I have had wonderful food cooked by my Ajji almost everyday of my summer holidays which she would feed us by telling us the recipe hoping that we would learn the same ways to cook; now I only remember the taste of her preparation.

I would make all possible reasons to avoid my mom’s tuitions in the evening, now I only remember the innovative ways she used to teach me.

I would hate my father every moment he was at home, I would always think why my wonderful mom had to marry my father, now I know the values he taught about life.

I would pass time, play around with my little sister, now I know what all those spent time meant.

I loved, enjoyed, won, lost, betrayed, fought; now I know what life was teaching me every moment.

Thousand thanks to all these wonderful teachers in my life…
You all just dint teach me things but you also taught how to live successfully. Happy Teacher’s day.