A Story About a Wonderful TeacherA Story by Neha agrawalIt's a true story about a strong bond between teacher and student.
“Do such teachers even exist? I would really like to enroll my kids in their school. ” someone once asked me.
That question really made me think. It brought a smile to my face. Because yes they absolutely do. And I was fortunate enough to have one. He wasn’t your average teacher. He was a cheerful spirit always laughing, always upbeat, and never making study feel like a chore. While he didn’t take academics too seriously in a strict way, he was genuinely committed to one thing: helping his students achieve something meaningful in life. What made him even more remarkable was that he was already a college professor when he taught me. He didn’t have to spend his time with school kids like me " but he chose to. He believed in us. He believed in me. He often said, “You have more potential than my college students. They struggle to write properly, and here you are still in school and already ahead of them.” He instilled in me the belief that I could accomplish anything I set my mind to. He recognized something in me long before I ever did. I still recall the day we had a little spat just a silly disagreement over some unfinished homework. He got upset and declared, “I’ll never teach you again.” I was crushed. I thought that was the end. But after a while, he came back, calm and smiling. When I asked why he returned, he simply said, “I just wanted to give you some time to cool off… so we could start the next lesson fresh.” That was him a teacher, yes, but also a friend, a mentor, and someone who felt like family. Whenever he was hungry, he’d smile and ask my mom as if he were at home: “Bhabhi, jo easy ho bana do.” And my mom who adored him just as much would cook for him with the same warmth. If she wasn’t around, he’d quietly eat whatever was available, never wanting to disturb me. That comfort, that connection it was rare. It was genuine. Later on, when he shifted his focus from teaching me to his college teaching, many of my friends became his students too. To them, he was like a hero. their very own Doraemon, always ready to tackle problems, big or small, and there whenever someone needed a helping hand. But when he eventually moved to another city, we all felt a significant gap. It wasn’t just about losing a teacher; it felt like a piece of our daily happiness had vanished. Even now, we still miss him. He keeps in touch, and every time I write something even this I think back to how he encouraged me to believe I could. Thanks to him, I have faith in myself. Thanks to him, I discovered my voice. He wasn’t just a great teacher. He was a genuinely wonderful person. And that’s what truly made all the difference. © 2025 Neha agrawalReviews
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