To Sir With Love

A Story by The_Idle_Fancy

The Last Day With One Of the Finest Person I've met.

31.10.17

It was just like any other day.

He came into the class saying "Ooooee! Shobai bosh."(Every one, sit down).

However I noticed him morose to an extend.This was definitely not the first time for him but strangely each time this had the similar impact.He decided to go on with his work which he was so adept at.

As usual he preferred us to be reading.

"Madhulika por..." (Madhulika read)

Unlike other days he just looked out of the window and explained things.Things, that were important.

"Dara, wait..."(Stop)

May be he saw me staring at him blankly, but it simply did not matter.He tried to control and behave like 'the teacher' and he succeeded .

I noticed my friend hanging her head. Probably she did not want him to notice her tears.Well she was not the only one sad. Each one's heart flooded with the various interactions each one had with him. And why not? Today he was leaving us......

I can still hear his last words to me.

"When ever you would feel sad, henceforth, try remembering me......"

You perfectly completed your portion with the only doubt I had in "The Last Lesson".

I would. Always remember you.

My teacher.

© 2018 The_Idle_Fancy

Author's Note

This is the mild reminder of my english teacher. He left us that day and we never met, henceforth. Out of melancholy, I forgot how effortlessly he influenced me as a person.
I really hope he continues doing what he does best. Impressing minds!