Dearest Teacher,
I remember the day I entered the gates as a tiny tot. How you’d wiped my tears and hugged me back. You convinced me that school would be great. I had looked in your eyes and sensed in your caring touch and trusted each word. That trust brought me so far.
You taught me my first letter, my first rhyme, my first song, my first lesson of life. Everything started with you and from you. I often wondered your little head was a treasure box filled with infinite knowledge and love for us.
Today as I look back, I see you as the mason who built me with blocks of values of life. The blocks of a good character, a good heart, an intellectual being and above all a good human. As I look at my big, hard palms with scars of cuts and bruises, I freshly recall your clutch over my small fragile and soft hands. Hold that held me strong throughout the journey of learning.
As I grew older and older you moulded me. You gave me a shape and a unique identity.
I remember how I made fun of you and imitated you when you turned back to write on the board. I thought of myself as too big, too mature and too knowledgeable then, unaware that some years later I will miss your sight so much that I would trade anything for it.
Its been a long time I haven’t seen you and heard you. I wanted to tell you that world is a great place.
It has tried to break me several times, but I survived and came out as a winner and for every victory you’re the reason my dearest teacher.
You prepared me for the world. You imprinted on me the rules of being neutral in failure and success both. You helped me inculcate the values of sharing and selfless loving.
I still try to imitate you. To walk like you, to smile like you, to be the same person as you are, but I fail every time, but this failure makes me proud. Proud to have a perfect teacher like you because perfection can never be replicated and imitated.
I can’t hold back my tears and smile. I look ugly in my reflection. My coffee keeps showing me my real face.
I love you. I loved you. Not just this day but all the coming days of your life, I just want you to know that no one is as perfect as you are.
Happy Teacher’s Day.
