And things go on as they should

I have always dreamt of an isolated existence. Peaceful isoloated existence. And now i am getting the feel slowly. The place I live in can't be more solitary. It is calm and quiet.My mother complains often. Because she is acquainted with hustle bustle of the city life way too much. I on the other hand find it okay. Especially on bad days at work. How? Why? Because my mother and I usually go out for a walk everyday at 8 'o' clock in the evening. We take rounds in the colony itself. Every single day around this time we see an old man with his granddaughter of hardly two years taking a round with us. He sings lullaby to her and i feel mentally drowsy with all my physical exhaustion. But that again makes me feel alive.That despite all the bad things and people and situations, life is still good in its essence. That all the bad things are a part of life. Are a part of what makes life worth living for. Without a little pain nothing seems good. Isn't it? To my surprise i have two new friends. Should I call them that? Because in a way they are my students. Two girls. One in class 3 and one in class 4. Sisters. They live in my colony but the elder one who is in class 4 has a lot more inside her than many adults that I have come across. I smile when I think the kind of woman she wil become when she will grow up. Intelligent and beautiful. Capable of standing for her own rights. On the other hand the little girl of class 3 taught me something really important. In school the teachers usually have to sit with their students in the canteen during lunch. And I am just one of those lucky teachers whose seat is usually kept reserved by students. So one such day, last week when my students handed me over the glass of water and asked me to sit with them , i told them my desire to sit under the fan. And that is when this class 3 kid told me that " ma'am, we all want to sit with our friends and you want to sit under the fan??" And I smiled because I was so ashamed of myself. I learned from a kid half my age. I learned something important. And also when kids and teenagers ask me in the bus " ma'am do you have a friend here?". I tell them no. And they tell me, " ma'am, what about us ?". So yes my students are the very reason why I often see myself shouting in the class, all angry and again they are the very reason why I smile. Our students won 12 medals in the swimming competition and among them one, who goes with me to school, in the same bus, brought me a diary. She asked me to open it and write something for her right on the first page. I did that. I asked her why? She told me because " I want you to " and smiled. I felt good. I think these are small things that make me happy. Keep me functioning. I am in the second month of my work and I am grateful to God that students often come and tell me that I inspire them. Even students from outside DPS who were there in my summer camp program contact me often or send me a message- " ma'am , we miss your talks ". I am learning. I am making mistakes. I will make more. But today I feel that even i was lucky somewhere to get some wonderful teachers and professors in my life, who taught me that " Making mistakes is normal, as long as you learn from it ".