Missing Sunday!

One Sunday…. So special to me. I felt like sharing with you all, and this would be one of my last mails from my arm id, which makes it even more special of course J



Yesterday was my last day in school, and it was unexpectedly awesome. I have never ever felt like that before. It was a very touching moment for me at least to part away from my kids who will always be very close to my heart… always.



Although I wanted it to be just like any other day. I always felt it is so difficult for the children to build a bond with some-one strange from some random corner of the strange world they are unaware of. And then one fine day, every one moves on, leaving kids being there confined in their own world of theirs.

Being candid, I wasn’t even having the courage to tell them that I’ll be leaving Bangalore soon. But thanks to Sutapa (the favourite of all at the school), who told them 3 weeks back only, leaving me to answer all the innocent angels, as to why am I leaving? Why can’t I work in ARM? Why can’t I get my parents here in Bangalore? In fact one girl asked me to get my parents here and she’ll take care of them. J The only answer I had every time was a tight hug… that’s it… L



But then it all happened, kids were much matured than I thought. The final day, the final Sunday came. Of course, it came with no study and all play. I did not plan this at all. But then I was enjoying it to the fullest, talking to them, playing with them, clicking pics with them.

Finally it was our time to leave, and say the final goodbye. Only then Mataji and Pitaji(school founders) just rang the bell and asked everyone to gather in the hall. Well, that was surprising. Something was planned as my send off. And that raised my brows. I got a bit nervous, as to what is gonna happen now. The worst thing I was fearing being a speech to the kids.



But then, it all started with Pitaji asking kids to volunteer and sing any song. In no time everyone was singing. They all sang so many songs. Then Mataji asked them to say something as to what they learnt from brothers and sisters (i.e. us J). I felt it was a bit forceful, but then later I realized, it’s a realization for the kids as well. Unless you tell them to say something, they won’t think and feel it. Stupendously, they remembered each and everything, the first time I came, the help I rendered in a class project, how I helped them checking words in dictionary. It was so wonderful, one kid even remembered that I taught him how animals and birds feed from a library book, which I also wasn’t able to recall. I was almost touched by that time, with my eyes a bit wet. Thodi si toh emotional hoon mein, I realized yesterday. :p

I was just there, sitting and feeling each and every moment refreshing the memories associated with the school as the kids were unrolling the reel.

Then came Subhash (the most talented of the lot, who I feel is the most responsible and will surely make the school proud one day). Subhash had drawn a farewell card for me, along with a bouquet. I really wondered, how this little chap, knows how to make a bouquet. He might have not held one in his hands before that. And believe me, it was no less than any market bouquet. In fact, the way he had chosen and kept the flowers, it was the best, THE BEST(EST)!!!

And the card is something I’ll cherish throughout my life. I thanked God at that very moment, to give me such true and genuine friends and add this cherish-able chapter to my life.

By the time, all nervousness had gone and I was very much relaxed.



But that was not all, suddenly mataji just asked me to address the kids. I just started and kept on pouring out what all started coming to my mind. The more I kept on saying, the better I was feeling as I could sense very well that children are really listening to me seriously. And finally, I asked them, do you all promise me to work hard and be successful in ur life.?

It was a big “Yayyyy” in my heart as I heard was a loud “YES SITER!!!!” Dat was all, I just dint want anything else after that. That meant a lot to me J



Then I bid my final adieu to each of them giving chocolates. They all said, we won’t forget you sister.

I was just loving each and every word out of them. I wish them all the very best in life. Surely I know in some part of my mind that we’ll meet. We’ll meet in future. It’s a small world. J



And that’s all, I came back smiling with handsful of love and wishes.