When I passed my board examinations, when I graduated, when I got a job, when I got married and when I got promoted, there is one thing that intrigues me at every juncture - how beautifully we are being transformed. I have been transformed into a better person and I owe it to my teachers (not just school teachers, this list also includes a sweet 3 year old boy Nandu, who I met on the train last weekend) who selflessly inculcated beautiful thoughts into my mind. This is the purest form of love, only second to mom’s and dad’s. There are some nuances of my transformation that I would like to reminiscence on this special day – Teacher’s day. Is this a tribute? No. Am I trying to impress one of my teachers? No (I am way past that age now J ) am I writing this for myself? Oh Yes. I was 3 years 6 months and 11 days old, when I ran away on the very first day of school, crossed a busy highway and landed in my house’s backyard before my mom and dad came back after dropping me ...
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