When I was in 4 th standard
I had a dusky audacious beautiful teacher
She was addressed as Ms Surkana
Who had a style of her own,
a calm demanour, beautiful black short flowing curly hair ,
And a little bindi on her forehead made her look like a beauty queen
Her silk sarees so marvellous, her suits so floral and beautiful,
One fine day I happen to notice her hand, when she was striking something in her register,

Her fingers were so nimble and beautifully elongated her palm lines were beautiful deep and dark brown,
I noticed them , and informed my mother how dark and beautiful they were my mother who wanted to instill inspiration in me, informed it means that she worked hard on her own to become a teacher she is a strict, disciplined and hardworking lady
With such nice lines, I took all that information in one go
And respected her more and saw her as my role model, whenever trouble befalled in my life I just thought about her, and fancied how hard it would have been for her as well .....
But now I have difficulties in life as the years pass maybe some astrological , but I always go back to that day years ago and I think about my teacher who had worked consistently to achieve her goal
And pondering over that I get a beautiful gust of energy that keeps me going, and helps in relentless working without getting anxious about future ! 😊



© kalika singh