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    Life's too short to leave the important words unsaid!! consider things left unsaid and my thoughts unexpressed that may be valuable to u...& I promise you will have precious time !!!

    Tuesday, 10 January 2017

    If Love cannot, nothing else can!

    Love can! 
    Yes! I believe love can. It can transform a cruel countenance into a benign one; it can bring a smile to the lips that have forgotten to express joy; it can bring a tear to the eyes that have decided to be dry always. And it can give your life back when you are afraid to take any decision. It can help you lift up your status in life making a revolution!
    Yeah! Certainly, I’m not a pro at psychology or it's related & I don’t know any studies or survey that can prove this to you. All I know is," it's true" & I have experienced it in my life.

    Ms.Anusha stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of the school & told the children a damn lie! Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils & said that she loved them all the same, & that she would treat them alike.

    And she was not that cautious to keep her lie revealed, because the very next moment she made Krish who seemed to be awkward to sit on the back bench who was right in front of her, slumped in his seat in the second row, because Krish wore unkempt clothes & wouldn’t play with other children ‘cause he was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy his company either.

    Ms.Anusha when reviewing each child’s record pushed Krish’s to the last. But when she happened to open his file, she was surprised by what she found.

    His first-grade teacher had written-“Krish is a bright inquisitive child with regular laughter."
    His second-grade teacher had penned-“Krish is an excellent student, well liked by all his classmates, but is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness & life at home must be a struggle."
    His third-grade teacher had noted-“Krish continues to work hard, but his mother’s death has been hard on him."
    His fourth-grade teacher commented-“Krish is withdrawn & doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends & often falls asleep in class. He is tardy & could pose a problem."

     That year on teacher’s day, Ms.Anusha’s children bought her a present wrapped in brightly coloured paper tied with beautiful ribbons.Krish’s alone was clumsily wrapped in heavy brown paper from a grocery bag. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, & a bottle that was only quarter filled with cologne.

    She stifled the children’s laughter by exclaiming how pretty the bracelet was & put it on; she also dabbed some of the perfume behind her wrist. That day, after the class,Krish stayed in the class just long enough to say,” Ms Anusha, today you smelled just like my mom used to”.

    That very day, Ms Anusha decided to work with Krish. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, faster he responded. By the end of the
    year, he had become one of the highest achieving children in the class &, well, he had also somewhat become the ‘Pet” of the teacher who had once vowed to love all her children exactly the same.

    A year later, she found a note under her door from Krish, telling her that of all the teachers he’d had in the elementary school, she was his favourite. Eleven years later, another letter came. The letter explained that she was still his favourite teacher, but that now his name was not just Krish.

    It’s Ram Krish Gupta M.D.,

    Yeah!...Love can!...
    & If love cannot, nothing else can!!
    I heartily dedicate this post to my grade twelve botany teacher, Ms.Bakyalakshmi.

    With smiles...
    (Investing myself completely in the art of living)

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