Rani Mukherjee waali ma’am

One day, one event, one entry.

Rani Mukherjee waali ma’am

Same eyes. Same skin tone. Maybe a little darker. 

I still can’t get over her smile. 

She used to fascinate(s) me. 

“How can she look so much like her? Is it secretly her?” 

I am telling you na, she used to look JUST like her. 

Talk about infectious smiles 

and you wouldn’t miss her. 

(you're lucky if you didn't)

Kohled eyes. 

Dusky skin complimenting her glossy lips. 

Pastel shade dupattas 

and her “eee” walla smile. 

After 10 years - 

“Roshni look there!!! our 3rd standard teachers. Chal!”

“Dude, s**t. Who is that?”

“F**k. What happened?”

There she was. A belt around her neck. 

Hair tied back. 

Scarred face. Disfigured eyes. (still kohled though)

A scarf and a brown sweater. 

“She met with an accident. 

She was in the hospital for like than 6 months. 

Her dupatta got stuck in the wheel of the car.

It dragged her for like a...kilometre or so?”

That pastel dupatta had ruined everything. 

My ma’am didn't deserve that. Nobody did. 

My stomach felt very funny that day. 

Ma’am I don’t even know if you remember me but 

you’ll always be my favourite hindi teacher.

But no Hindi shabd you taught me is 

doing justice to what I'm feeling right now. 

“Bachon, aaj kuch naya padenge.”