Leena Mam

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Leena Thomas Mam was my 1st, 2nd and 4th grade class teacher. She was my class teacher for 3 years. She taught Mathematics. From early times onwards I was weak in Maths. Sometimes Leena mam used to get angry with me whenever I do simple questions wrongly. Sometimes she used to beat me with a stick. I was really scared of her.

I still remember during 4th grade mam wrote a question on the blackboard and asked me to come and do the calculations. Suddenly I got panic, fear in mind, I slowly stood up and went to the blackboard. My body started to shiver. I stood in front of the board for some time without writing anything. The whole class started to laugh at me. To my surprise Leena mam didn’t scold me, she asked me to go and sit.

During the PTA meeting my mother accompanied me. We met Leena mam. I thought that she is going to scold me in front of my mother. But nothing happened like that. She said,‘ Aswin is a very good boy. I know he can do better. Be strong my boy.’

You will not understand how much relief I experienced at that moment. My respect for Leena mam increased only.

During the last day of 4th grade with a smiling face, she waved us goodbye. But I never ever thought that was the last time I would see her.

During the first day of 5th grade I came to school with lots of good hope. Suddenly I noticed Leena mam’s poster everywhere in school. I don’t know what was going on. A fear developed in me. My friend told me that Leena mam passed away. I was shocked to hear that. For some moment I was somewhere else. An empty feeling.

This year marks the 10th Death Anniversary of Leena mam. I really miss her. I can still recall her classes.

Mam, I may be a failure in your subject, but I will not be a failure in life.


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