Teacher’s Tale 1

Stilettos For The Soul

To be honest, I do not remember the first word that slipped through my tongue or my first wobbled step that fall on the floor or any of my dreams that made me smile in my sleep. The only and the most valuable thing I remember is my first teacher, my mother. Use your fingers and thumb like this and pick up the morsel carefully or hold the pencil and write it like this or dress up like that or cook it this way or use the thing in this manner. The numbers of subjects were uncountable..

 A newborn is just a combination of flesh and blood. I, too, have been just a human body – aimless, ignorant and uncivilized. She is the one who made me a civilized person – a better version of myself. She taught me how to respect the elders and care for the…

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