Dear Ms Puri,
Thank you for being my very first teacher.
My first memory of school, has you in it.
Your floral printed shirts & colourful bell bottoms are as fresh to me as yesterday.
It’s been years, yet it feels it like it wasn’t long ago that I was learning the most basic yet important part of my education through you.
The 26 alphabets that constitute the English language & which is now my primary language to speak, write and think was taught to me, by you.
I have vivid memories of you in our quaint classroom, in small school in Green Park.
You watching over me as I ate from my favourite Hello Kitty lunch box .
You warning me in your stern voice, as I would hang upside down on the monkey bars in our little play area.
I remember you riding your bicycle to school and back. And I was always in awe of you for that.
Years later, I would catch a glimpse of you in evenings, at the Green Park market. Your tough exterior always kept me from reaching out to you with a “Hello”
In school, you were all about discipline. Yes, I was scared of you. All those years, I was scared of you.
Today, I realise I have no fear, but only love for you.
Now, a mother of two, I know how easy it is to love kids & how difficult it is to practice tough love.
You practiced tough love, love it was, nevertheless
I thank you today, for all that you have taught me in school, and in life.
Please know that you are loved.
Not only by me, but by thousands of your students.
You practiced tough love, it was love nevertheless.
Rest In Peace our Dear Ms Puri.
Simple Reflections on Life 