Onward Journey Sammy and Skep - Page 65

man ke manjeere ..awesome very very nice.......loved it

i know usha its so hard when life changes in one day .........in one momment for all of us,Thanks for liking my story and understanding it too...........and i understand urs too,even books were not possible for me, as i used to study 14 hrs a day and also i used to do household chores in rest time😆....but apu miyaan ne bach LIYA.... davaiyaan nahi khaayi balki zindagi ko jeena sikha diya us ne.....

Sami dear
it was indeed very touching to read how you had hard time adjusting to new place...
someone like you.. who is so full of life....but dear i know it happens...
n like Arwen said i too had felt nostalgia in your posts in MRD forum...really my heart go out to you when in single line you pour out your longing....

but i m happy that we have got sparkling Sami...
n handsome Apurva acted as catalyst 😊
Are apu miyan ki to nikal padi....une lifetime loyal fan mil gayi....😉

Originally posted by: netu19

Sami dear
it was indeed very touching to read how you had hard time adjusting to new place...
someone like you.. who is so full of life....but dear i know it happens...
n like Arwen said i too had felt nostalgia in your posts in MRD forum...really my heart go out to you when in single line you pour out your longing....

but i m happy that we have got sparkling Sami...
n handsome Apurva acted as catalyst 😊
Are apu miyan ki to nikal padi....une lifetime loyal fan mil gayi....😉

🤗😭😃 thanks dear neetu...longing fo rindia has always been so powerful , u know pehle pehle i couldnt bear to look at planes ....which were landing on airport,as we lived in apparment on 11th floor and could see air port run way from there....😆

Sakhi .................... kahaan pe ho aap?

Originally posted by: skeptical

Sakhi .................... kahaan pe ho aap?

What shall I say

Its been days

Since we met

And yet

I don't hesitate

To clearly state

That this is where

My heart is snared

Return here I do

In hope to meet you.

Lagta hain Apu ke saamne phiki pad gayi main............. 😭

haan kahaan the aap zamane ke baad aaye hain.....

Ok Sakhi .......... this article of mine got published in one of the evening papers here. Those were the days when I was not showing up on IF due to work ......... Read on and tell me what you think.....

Lessons of a Lifetime

I punched the lift bell. It had been a long tiring day and I was longing to get home and put my feet up. I was dreaming about that invigorating cup of tea that was awaiting me and my favourite Shrewsbury biscuits. Why was the lift taking so long to come down? I pressed the button again and sighed rather loudly. I was alone in the foyer and so I took the liberty of scowling.

"Patience," said a soft voice. "The lift will come down."

I turned around to see who it was. A small diminutive figure in a purple cotton sari stood a few feet away. Oh dear! Had she seen my scowl? I looked at her properly. White hair tinged with grey was curled into a tiny bun at the nape. The round gold rimmed spectacles sat well on her long and hooked nose. I stared at her. Where had I seen her? Was she a friend of my mother's? I gasped as understanding dawned.

"Miss!" I squeaked. "Oh my God! I don't believe this!"

Her eyes rounded in recognition. I was suddenly so full of excitement. How wonderful to meet your teacher after almost forty years! I begged her to come to my place before she went visiting her friends in my building. She readily agreed.

I took her home and made her some tea. I was about to dish out something to eat when she stopped me.

"Tea is enough, my girl."

We exchanged news about each other. I told her how much I loved the way she had taught me Maths. That hated subject had become my favourite just because of her. She had taught us how to remember formulae and how to use tricks while solving problems. And when the subject used to get dreary, she would joke about Maths. A, B, and C were the most favourite characters of Maths ??.. and poor A she said was always doing the donkey's work. That would cheer us up and we'd start studying with renewed interest. I was always getting stuck with those stupid sums regarding water running through taps into a bucket. On one occasion, I had slammed my book shut and banged my fist on the desk. She had jokingly asked me why I got bothered by those sums. She quickly solved it on the blackboard and showed us how simple it really was. I had scowled childishly at my book. She told me to go over the sum slowly, step by step. I had petulantly told her that the person who devised these sums had no civic sense whatsoever, wasting so much water. Why should the blessed taps be allowed to overflow at all?

We laughed as we recalled all those incidents that took place in the classroom so many years ago. I was amazed at her memory. I told her she was the best. When she realised that I become a teacher, she was very pleased. I told her I now teach the kids all those marvellous tricks of Maths she had taught me. She suddenly reached out and tweaked my cheek. It brought tears to my eyes. She would that whenever I was able to crack her brain teasers in class. That gesture told me she was proud me.

I walked her to the lift on my landing. I told her to keep in touch and perhaps meet on Teacher's Day.

I was so glad to have met her for I had been given a chance to relive some moments of my childhood with a person who had taught me so well when I was a child. I was extremely happy that my "ideal" remained an "ideal" despite the passing of so many years ----- a person who had unwittingly touched my life and continues to do so daily as I try to emulate her.

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that is very nice skepy.......finaly u met some one from those happy days long gone by.....the bonding u shared with her,exchange of lifetime worth of news must have been such amazing time na.Its so good to be patient sometimes,as it may throw life's most happy moments upon us....agar tumhari elevator jaldi aajati to phir tum kitne ache experience ko kho deti....