As far as I know I think it to be a sweet fruit, which once tasted gives a desire to taste it again.

And now we think how is one introduced to this taste? For me ‘It was introduced to me by my teacher whom I still respect very much’. She was one of the most beautiful women that I had ever seen, and she knew that I had talent and all that she had to do is boost my confidence. It had for the first time a teacher showed some keen interest in me, other teachers were there but after praising me once, they usually used to forget me in the mess of pupils.

But she was different from others and I made a point that I will never disappoint her. And she had all the trust in me & she always used to bring out something inside me, which was not known, even to me. She made me stand me before a set of people who were most senior to me, and thus giving a chance for me being more practical. From my words it seems that she was a kind and lenient person, but truth is that she was among the strictest in the school. But for me I never felt like I should think more than once to meet or approach her. When the whole class was against her I stood with her and I guess I was the only one in the whole class.

I don’t know ‘why’ or ‘what’ but I always felt that she was always right.

I used to listen to her each and every word with double care & to keep her happy I had to master the subject she was teaching. Although I had all the moral support from her I did not have technical which is an important part success & my need; & because of which I fell, & ‘some’ but few people over took me in the race of scoring good marks.

I still remember those beautiful eyes… and the tears within, ‘when I saw her crying’…to outburst the pain she had. And who can forget her smile, and her sweet voice with all the grace in the world… I had never seen any one like her in my life before and I know for everything that comes in my life is unique that I quote in my writings… and no one in the whole world can ever attain the level she has in my life and replacing her is way far to be asked in the arising questions.

As every other story this also has an end that I call something like a ‘world war’ that I had to suffer and to find only the ashes left behind, like a breeze of life came she in my desert of death. And passed by after filling life in me…she is the one who created the one in me who knows to make own ways.

The departing day like the summer after spring…I felt like I was left helpless in the pond of crocodiles everywhere… but I knew I had to go on and so was in my fate.

She was our class teacher and there was no other place in the school where she could tell what she felt within. I saw the tears in her eyes, I felt like I were to be a rock which could not cry, my eyes were dead with no tears to pour. All I could do is just look at her face and observe that the whole world was just nothing in front of that sight.

My feet were stuck and I could not move at all…my mouth was stitched and I could not speak. I observed the dead man in my soul.

I started missing her even though she was sitting in front me, I felt like loosing a treasure.

I couldn’t do anything. She had taught me how to stand and walking was yet to be known to me and I lost her that and till now I never had even a glimpse of her.

But when I some times take out my school photograph, I get my mind refreshed & it is also difficult to forget my initial stages of my beginning success.

And then I feel like I have seen & met her yesterday and may today I will get to see her again, but all this is a play of memory; it begins with the brain & ends with it without coming to reality as well.

By the time she left the school, she had given me the mantra of success and before I left the very same school I was elected to stand for the DSPL (Deputy school pupil leader) election in the school. I received such an honor & this opportunity came to me instead of me trying for my luck. Although I did not win the election I was happy to see myself where I had reached in my schooling carrier.

For every successful student I see the need of the teacher like I had once in my life & who can never be replaced by anyone in the world.

I miss her still.

A Note Never Noted!

The color of money 

Yes! Again a pleasant day to you for the reason you perhaps find some time to read a note never noted. I try to read a mind that tries to read what I write… funny isn’t it?

Has money ever made u reconsider decisions? Well it’s difficult to think but u never know but is surely has influenced some of them. The reason I say this is because love and honesty cannot feed an empty stomach. Some things just happen and we never know why and how but it just happens; we wouldn’t know the course of the procedure but we will be at least be given a chance to see the inference of what we just did… then we think “all that I did is quite fair enough coz if there was someone else in our place even he would have done the same thing”

But the truth is that we have never witnessed good persons who would have taken better decisions than we just did.

All comes and stops at the human mind and of course human heart also plays some role in making decisions. Don’t u think that’s why some people are so kind? Perhaps they have a weaker heart, which controls their mind (mind is not the brain).

Sometimes when we say that one has a tough heart is because the other person had suffered severe attacks on his heart (attacks do not mean heart attacks) as a result of the output of the mind, which just tried to have some fun. The cause for misunderstanding is also perhaps the influence of other minds on your own mind… so always try to make your own decisions with full concern from your brain (not mind).

Brain is rather more powerful than a mind in the human beings.

Brain gives the skill and ability whereas the mind uses these possessions for its own good.

The answer to all the above Questions would be given to u, if u try to think why r u thinking so much. Is there any need to do that?

And if u r always rights then u d never think so much…

For now it’s too much for the little innocent mind inside your head don’t try to strain it much. U can always find some other time to read the real topic which was supposed to be written here but unfortunately my mind made me write something else which u have just read…

This section belongs to poetry..it will be published later in the week...