TOUCHING HEARTS THRU’ MY WORDS ✍️

I’m no Shakespeare and I think it’ll be many, many years before I can refer to myself as an 'Author'. However, I do hope that someday people will call me a ‘Writer, whose Words touched their Hearts’.❤️ 

Apart from wanting to be a 'Teacher' my whole life, the other thing I’ve always wanted to be, is a 'Writer'. I’ve always wanted to fill up pages with Words. When computers still hadn’t made an appearance, I scribbled away on bits of paper all the time; and from the time I lay my hands on a keyboard, the monitor in front of me, just filled itself up with 'Words'.✍️

Words have been my 'Constant Companions', over the years. They’ve been there, in moments when I was sad, during and after a dreadful family tragedy, at a very young age. Growing up, I found solace in words, whenever I was lonely and felt that I had no one to talk to. I could always put down in 'Words', every feeling that I ever wanted to express. When I was happy, it was these 'Words', that shared my joys. They laughed and smiled with me, at times when everything around me seemed beautiful.😊

It has been 'Words' that have kept me connected to old friends and loved ones. It’s thru’ these very 'Words' that I tell my dear ones, how much I love and miss them. They just flow out of me, at any time that they feel like, and they convey my every thought, feeling and emotion, to those who’ve been waiting to hear from me.

They sometimes come out in verse and tug at the heart strings, of all who cast their eyes on them. At other times, they write themselves into a narration, of experiences that I’ve been through, and the wonderful times I’ve had. Occasionally, they also turn themselves into a post on a blog, where they paint 'word pictures' of people, experiences and things, that matter to me and that are special to me.😊

'Writing' has always been something I’ve loved doing, above a lot of other things; and to have people read my work, no matter how insignificant or small, has always made me happy. To realize that people are able to draw connections and parallels to their own lives, through my 'Words'. To discover that reading my short posts, makes people take a walk back into their own happy childhood memories, fills me with so much joy.

I love the company of 'Words', and I hope they love every moment they spend with me as well, because we definitely seem to get along really well.✨️✍️

THE WONDER YEARS ✍️

I used to enjoy the holidays tremendously when I was a student in school. Used to look forward to the months of April-May every single year. After an endless academic year that just seemed to keep going on and on, I couldn’t wait for the holidays to begin

But then, a few weeks into the holidays, and I remember that I would get very bored. After all, you can only play for that much time. We spent a large part of our holidays playing in the building compound, or in some of our neighbours houses, at that time.

When I was growing up, we survived on 'Fun-Time' on DD Metro, during the holidays. That was all that we had to look forward to, at 12 in the afternoon. Cable TV hadn’t arrived as yet and Computers in India, were still in their infancy stages. 

So, we played and played and played; and very soon we got fed up of it, and actually began to wait for school to begin. Much as the thought of going back to school reminded us of homework and tests and exams, at least it was better than the 'boring holidays', with nothing else to do other than playing.😄

I remember being very excited about the first day of school. Even if my family and I went out of town for the holidays, I would always want to be back, a few days before the re-opening of school, just because I didn’t want to miss that 'first day'. There was something very exciting about Day 1. 

Meeting the friends I hadn’t seen for about 2 months, wondering who our new class teacher and subject teachers would be, covering new books, occasionally a new school bag and water-bottle, going to school with an umbrella and a raincoat, if it was a rainy first day, wondering if there were going to be any new admissions in class; and more importantly, just being back in the place, that was my second home at the time. The place where I really blossomed, from a tiny bud into a sweet smelling flower.😊

Those were the Wonder Years of my life...the days when I was still in school. I enjoyed college a lot more than school (I guess everyone who goes to Xavier’s does); but there was something very memorable and unforgettable about my school days. It was an experience that I treasure in my heart and my memory even today; and I guess I loved it so much, that when the time came to choose, what I would want to do for the rest of my life professionally, I chose to go back to school.

Of course, being a 'Teacher', the experiences I have in school now, are quite different. Besides, while I studied in an all girls school, I now teach in a boys school. 

Despite that fact, there are some things that have remained unchanged. While I anxiously wait for the holidays to come, I’m completely bored by the end of it; and somehow, I just can’t wait to get back. I find myself looking forward to the first day of school with a lot of excitement. 

Now, I wonder about which students will be in my class this year. What activities will I help to organize in school. What methods will I use to make certain lessons and chapters interesting for my students. I still wait to see if there will be some new admissions in my class, etc, etc.😊

Though the world around me has changed a lot, I guess in certain ways, I’ve managed to stay the same. I’ve tried not to let go of the child in me, who laughs aloud when she’s happy and sheds a tear when she’s sad. 

Though I’m the teacher now, it hasn’t managed to stop me from being like a child, on the inside. For me, the best way to stay connected to the children you teach, is to try and hold on to the child in you. 

Yeah, the 'Wonder Years' for me, were a lot of fun; but I’m not so sure, if they’re over as yet!!!🤔✍️