The Resurrection; Phase 8
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I was proud of my student, why should I not be? That
was the greatest award any teacher could get, teaching students with such
extraordinary gifts of perseverance, courage and creativity. Creativity is the
most important of all gifts, but without the other two former ones, the latter never
stand a chance.
As per my instructions, on the next day the girl, who wrote English poems brought another poem. A conviction dawned on me about her
gift. The depth she was able to achieve through words, the dimensions she was
able to reach and the possibilities of journeying into the whirlpool of the
soul was remarkable. It made me think and regretfully long for the art of
poetry that I stashed away in the back of my mind.
This was three weeks back.
A few days went by. Then one day I was coming back
home by a jam packed private bus, and they had a nice Malayalam song playing.
Although, I don’t usually listen to Malayalam songs, this song stung me in my
heart. “Ee Puzhayum, Sandhyakalum…”
the song went on.
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