Miss you...

Memories what are they made of? By the very scientific or psychological definition it would mean "the very special ability of the brain to store, retain and subsequently recall whenever needed". All this introduction was made to my memory of one very important person, whom I had met 1991, she was the one who had taken me to school, kept be busy so that I dont cry. She was very special teacher, as she lived in the house just besides ours. She was fondly called KKP. She had taught all subjects in the classes 1-5. But when I reached 3rd, she stopped teching Science and Maths and started concentrating on teaching SST( Social Studies), Hindi and Sanskrit.

After school hours she used to conduct Sanskrit classes and Gita classes, she taught Bhagwad gita to some 25 students, these students were selected after a test and interview process. I was one of them, after the classes, I used to come home with her. My lunch time was shared with her, I ate my lunch from my lunch box in her special room, as she was the Headmistress of the Primary dept.

Some time later in 1996, she had stopped the gita classes and she revealed that she was going to her native place and would be while before she came back.

3 weeks later she called up from her native place and I had heard her having a long chat with my mother, then I had no idea what she was taking about, but only when my mom had put down the receiver I got to know what was wrong with her, She had been diagnosed with cancer and was undergoing treatment.

When she had came back she looked very frail and very gloomy; very differnt from her usual self she used so busy and very active..
She slowly distanced herself from all the activities she used to enjoy earlier, one more trip back home she was back to her old self and I was happy to be back with her.

But as I had to shift school in the the academic year of 1998-1999, It was a tough decision, I was gloomy for weeks and was very unhappy, I missed her more than my friends, classmates and batchmates.

Later I came to know from my friends that she too had applied for a transfer had shifted to Kochi.

But before I could track her down, friends told me of her meeting with one very freak accident , she had injured herself in a stove burst accident, first I came to know that she was injured and was recovering, but that was not to be, she had succumbed to her burns.

I never got to speak to her for the last time, this is one thing I will repent foreveri n my life.

When we were packing up she was on a long leave.

Miss you...ma'm

She is one of my favorite teachers and will always remain so. The teachers who teach us in our early years are the ones who make a lasting impact on you. She was one for so many people.

I had been praying so badly to know something about her family, My prayers had been answered (partly), maybe thats why her husband called up last month to tell us that he is in station.

Some time soon I would meet him and get one photograph of my favorite teacher.