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and vividly explained to us, the message which Josephite classmates reached various places and elation and frenzy of talking to my model, guru, and her neighbors and she told me about her
it carried was very loud and deep still ringing in positions in their journey of life. After the advent teacher the epitome of love and who taught me golden moments of childhood. She told me
the ears of class 8th A students. It still lingers of digital renaissance it was easier to be in touch to love the language ENGLISH. We conversed love has no religion, caste, or creed. My eyes
in my mind and I never waste the opportunity of around the globe but sometimes a pain. Anyway, irrespective and oblivious of time. I asked her brimmed with tears and I stifled a sob. The bliss
narrating it to anybody, young or old stressing I traced out my English teacher, her whereabouts on Psalm 128 that I came across in a book the on conversing with her, pouring down the inner
that we all should love our fellow being with the and her current location. last day and she rattled away on Bhagavad Gita me in front of my teacher after so many years
feel I experienced as I first heard this in my 8 th the best character being Krishna her hero. Bible was overwhelming and I experienced on what is
grade (many would think I was on the lesser IQ Finally after many years I decided to call her as I and Bhagavat Gita told the same message as our called GODLINESS, SERENITY and LOVE.
side). I am sure all reading this would go back got her phone number. The bell on the other side conversations ended. Our spiritual knowledge
and refer on Abu Ben Adam. Sr. Mercy would sit rang with a shrill sound, I could hear my heart flared into a river of thoughts, finally she explained While putting the conversation to an end she
on the backbench watching all of us as we did beats..lab..dab..I felt I missed a beat in my anxiety to me on SISUPALA and KRISHNA and how the blessed me again addressing as she addressed
our Grammar exercises. The backbenchers were mode, but finally on the other side the voice lord forgive our sins even a 100 times (please don’t her first English class in 1982 …BLESS YOU MY
incredibly proud as their best teacher always to sounded…”Hello…”I shrieked out in excitement… tell me you don’t know who Sisupala and Krishna CHILD. I am indeed blessed to have a teacher
share some jokes, which she made it a point to ”Sister, it’s me your student” and the words came are?). We talked on COVID and many aspects of who had influenced me then, and will go on
laugh even though many of us knew that it literally out as a flurry. I never bothered to find out if my life now we are facing with me obviously shouting influencing me in my journey of life. I learnt
made her cry, invaded their abode of erudition, shriek made her deaf at least for a fraction of a in a loud voice because her frail voice was beyond that-MANY TEACHERS CAN TEACH AND ONLY
amusement, and impishness. Years flew by; all our second. I could not stop as I was in excitement, my hearing. My whole neighborhood knew I was A FEW CAN REACH.
excited and emotional. She in her voice exuded
that love which still sends goose bumps when I
narrate this and pen it down for my friends. She
was out of the league a human being; a unique
creation that every student of her class I am
sure will carry to their grave. She missed Kerala