Shanta Miss

I came across many teachers in school. Well not all teachers leave an indelible mark on u but some teachers do. I had a teacher in 4 std called Swati Basu Miss, she was first teacher for whom my heart skipped a beat. I was naive then but it took a lot of time to understand that she was indeed my first crush. Faith had some other plans she went to Middle East n never returned. I still remember her beautiful, petite, cherubic personality. She once touched me on my cheeks n I felt like an angel touched me.

I came across Shanta Miss wen i was in 7th. She was a typical Tamilian. She wore those typical South Indian sarees, a big 'beendi' and a bit of 'vibhuti' on her forehead. I won her confidence wen i did well in English wen i was in 7th. From that day onwards she treated me like her own child. She watched my every step. At times she used to warn me when i used to get naughty 'Vadiraj !!! u hv earned a good name, dont spoil it'. She taught us History, English n i guess even Geography. She had a unique way of teaching history. She never read the textbook, she just went on and on as if she were present there. I can never forget her immaculate skills.

Last time i met her was when i passes out of 12th n after that she passed away after prolonged illness. I wish i had seen her just one last time, i wish i had conveyed to her what she meant to me and how she changed my life in her own special way. God at times can be unfair to us by taking the very people you cherish so far away that the only thing that can reach them is your thoughts. Im sure wherever n however these special people are God must have surely treated them very well.