At dusk with dusky thoughts

Even the worst of days can make you smile. Today was obviously a very bad day at work but I came back to see a lovely written work by one of my ex- students who is now in Delhi. I always knew he was different. Today I am sure he is. I am not allowed to disclose names but I am so proud of him. Keep up with the good work and your perspective of life. Someday I might see you as a director of some film. And trust me, I won't be surprised. I have seen that suffering poet in you. That passion to get shattered emotionally and then rise. Not just that I also remember how you indirectly made me realize that a good student is not one who criticizes a teacher but is one who understands and accept a teacher even behind the teacher's back. Thank you so much. If only I could meet you in the next one year i could share with you how some of my present students think that I like getting flattered by unnecessary compliments. You would have laughed even at the possibility of such a situation at hand like I am now. But I kind of let them think the way they want to because I don't expect mature minds from them. But I am learning many things from them and as well as from my colleagues but the most dramatic things in life can only happen when you have like minded people around you which is a distant factor here. Either people are too logical or too sensitive here. That thing or spark isn't there. How I yearn for those good days. But all the best for your future. And I am like a fish out of water. I see that smile again. P.S- Just to bring it to the notice of my readers; not all can comment on my blog. But I appreciate the two sincere comments I got yesterday from two very important people in my life. And Priya if you are reading this, thank you. You are the best. I can't wait for the Maggie ( disaster it is going to be or maybe not) that you will make for me. Or maybe I will make for you. That S- tee is still due. And I have some five pictures in my cell now to serve the purpose :D

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