In June 2009, I read 'Tuesdays with Morrie' written by Mitch Albom after seeing it on a friend's bookshelf. And, inspired by Albom's return to his college professor, I tracked down my highschool teacher Mrs. Mandira Dutta and called her. I heard the phone ring and Mrs. Dutta's familiar voice from the other side. I was so happy that I could barely speak without being excited. In very loud tones that I didn't bother to lower although I was in my college building, I introduced myself and told her how extremely happy I was to talk to her! She sounded just like she did back in school. I almost could visualize her expressions and her cheery face!
We spoke for a long time and then I asked her address and told her that I would like to meet her. And almost the next Saturday, I paid her a visit. She lives 45 minutes from my place and my excitement knew no bounds. As I was getting out of my vehicle, I saw her wave at me from her window and I jumped and rushed to climb the stairs. There she stood there, in her doorway, smiling warmly and welcomed me.
Just then, her 2 year old daughter, Sanjana came towards me and shook my hands and sat next to me.
I told Ma'am, how I read the book and how it really pushed me to trace her phone number, her whereabouts and finally contact her. We reminisced about the school, the year when she taught us Math and remembered my classmates. We spoke about my college course and future plans, clicked some pictures with Sanjana and Ma'am together. And, after spending an entire afternoon with her, I bade my goodbyes feeling blessed and happy!
2013- After all these years, again, we never stayed in touch. A few months ago, I saw Tuesdays with Morrie on my bookshelf and instantly remembered Mrs. Dutta. I also coincidentally met her niece, Priya who's also my friend, around the same time! I asked her about ma'am and she showed me Mrs. Dutta's newborn son's picture on her cellphone. I realized it was the appropriate moment to call ma'am. I dialled her number on my way back home, the phone kept ringing, and just when I thought nobody is picking up, I heard her voice saying, "Yes, Sharayu! How are you?" I couldn't believe my ears that after Four long years, she still had my number in her cell contacts. I blurted out that I had just seen her son's picture and wanted to congratulate her. She was her usual warm self, thanking me and inviting me to her house to see him.
I guess, its never too late to get in touch with your old friends or your teachers! The Human heart is a beautiful treasure box that safeguards our memories and the warmest people forever. They always remain etched with sweetness and the same frame that we remember them as!
I am so glad I got to experience these joys, because somewhere we get lost in our seemingly busy lives. We forget that happiness exists not only in material possessions but in our being. I really like what Marianne Williamson writes about Joy- “Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are.”
We spoke for a long time and then I asked her address and told her that I would like to meet her. And almost the next Saturday, I paid her a visit. She lives 45 minutes from my place and my excitement knew no bounds. As I was getting out of my vehicle, I saw her wave at me from her window and I jumped and rushed to climb the stairs. There she stood there, in her doorway, smiling warmly and welcomed me.
Just then, her 2 year old daughter, Sanjana came towards me and shook my hands and sat next to me.
I told Ma'am, how I read the book and how it really pushed me to trace her phone number, her whereabouts and finally contact her. We reminisced about the school, the year when she taught us Math and remembered my classmates. We spoke about my college course and future plans, clicked some pictures with Sanjana and Ma'am together. And, after spending an entire afternoon with her, I bade my goodbyes feeling blessed and happy!
2013- After all these years, again, we never stayed in touch. A few months ago, I saw Tuesdays with Morrie on my bookshelf and instantly remembered Mrs. Dutta. I also coincidentally met her niece, Priya who's also my friend, around the same time! I asked her about ma'am and she showed me Mrs. Dutta's newborn son's picture on her cellphone. I realized it was the appropriate moment to call ma'am. I dialled her number on my way back home, the phone kept ringing, and just when I thought nobody is picking up, I heard her voice saying, "Yes, Sharayu! How are you?" I couldn't believe my ears that after Four long years, she still had my number in her cell contacts. I blurted out that I had just seen her son's picture and wanted to congratulate her. She was her usual warm self, thanking me and inviting me to her house to see him.
I guess, its never too late to get in touch with your old friends or your teachers! The Human heart is a beautiful treasure box that safeguards our memories and the warmest people forever. They always remain etched with sweetness and the same frame that we remember them as!
I am so glad I got to experience these joys, because somewhere we get lost in our seemingly busy lives. We forget that happiness exists not only in material possessions but in our being. I really like what Marianne Williamson writes about Joy- “Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are.”
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