My father was a Mathematics teacher. And although everyone got to learn much more than the subject from him, his teaching was truly remarkable. His love for the subject unparalleled, his zeal to pass on that love, discernible.
One day I accompanied him to the place where he gave tuition. The last time slot was earmarked for this "Special Batch" comprising of underprivileged children whose parents couldn't afford the fees. I asked one boy what he wanted to become, "Teacher", he responded without a thought. Surprised at the clarity, I asked him why, "I will also run a special batch", he said gleefully.
Happy Teachers' Day.
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