Sunday, 10 April 2016

Growing love...

The world comes to a still,
All glory comes to minuscule,
While the love of the student,
Towards teacher is ardent.
And none can perverse this,
For divine and unaffected it is.

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    1. One of my teachers would always tell us that we can dedicate a particular work only if it's our own. So, this work of mine is dedicated to you!

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    2. This means a lot to me, ma'am! Thank you so much. This is making me feel sad, I don't want to leave college! 😭

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    3. Look on the brighter side, you get to see the world!

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    4. Seeing you everyday is much better! 😉

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    5. Trust me, your memory of me will fade away eventually. You'll meet many more in your journey through life.

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  2. 😱 what makes you say that, ma'am? I will see many faces, it's true, but I will never stop bothering you! :(

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    1. You'll be left with memories only, memories which have very less power to overpower your thoughts! I wish you all the very best. Do keep in touch!

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