My dear student - 'chocolate pudding'

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I believe that good times pass and bad times too. The joy that i feel today will not last long but I don't regret for I had a good day today. There were basically two reasons. The second reason is what makes me write my blog now. A class three kid whom i call chocolate pudding gave me a card and a letter today. In the letter she wrote ( and i will type exactly what she has written except for a few spellings). So it goes like this " Respected Kamalika ma'am You are a friendly, peaceful, honest and a good teacher. You are my role model. Whatever and whenever you do anything, you never do it in pressure. You always do it with your mind and choice, like whenever there is no teacher in the bus and all say ma'am you have to stay but you don't stay, in this it your choice. I have never think that you are a teacher but I always think that you are my friend. You are really a hard working teacher and woman. Thanks. " Folks just avoid the grammatical errors for it is a little kid writing this. And this is why it matters so, so much to me. These kids never try to flatter you. They say what is in their heart. They never lie. Their feelings are so truthful, honest and pure. Right after Japman handed me this letter I asked her whether her feelings will change for me in the future. She told me " yes ma'am it will change because you will be wiser with the passing years ". I could not stop myself from smiling. Even if I don't become wise Jappu, i will forever remember this day where my hard work was acknowledged by a standard three kid. Thank you for making me smile. You had no intentions behind doing this. You did it because you felt it. This is my best teacher's day gift in advance.

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