My teacher and I

I fought with my tears but in the end they won and before I knew it, I was drenched. There I sat, reading the black board after you left. Your handwriting continued talking to me.

“9am – 11am”, twice a week, for two semesters.

You bade farewell, and i felt our rondure had just ended…… but then I realized that the rondure had just begun.
As I closed my eyes and listened to your reading of a poem, I “saw”. Your voice lifted my spirit to unknown heights and I soared like a bird freed from a cage.

Before I lose my way in the things of the world, I take a moment. I take a moment to bow to you.

You held my hands for one year and showered me with unconditional love.
You made me fall in love with myself and the world around me.
You nurtured me like a father, and taught me like a sage.
You made me look inside and accept the hum drums of the world outside sans anger, sans indulgence.
You showed me the way…the way to myself.

I know the limitations of the words, so I stop here.

I feel privileged, honored, humbled and fortunate to have had the opportunity to spend a year of my lived experience with you.