True..they never did..and always made sure that they cracked the silliest jokes and pulled the dirtiest humour on you....little did they realise that their hopes of letting you gel where actually behaving in the contrary fashion....
It was in one such desperate moment that i found my Teacher...now dont get the wrong impression of a middle aged lady, sqaure rimmed glasses on and ordering you around...she was my mentor...and somehow knew that i was ill at ease in the new area...She, thus, made sure that i never had to leave my coccoon...the comforting hand was always around..and it made sure that the hurt of the world never caught me hard...I dont remember once that there was a word of anger from that being...Always treated me like a kid...and acted the caring mama...If only all were like her..!!Am a grown up now...younger ones have arrived...I've learnt to live in this place with a kind of neutrality that will get me through the day....and my mentor has left me...Left to tutor the newer ones...protect them with the warm light she'd shed on my once...
I look ahead at the road that is paved for me...its again one with niceties at every corner...With all the wrongs quietly muffled....at a juncture like today I pause...And i look at the scene..from a distance....a quiet admirer...I think...if i was missing anything from then...Yes I do...But adolescence has to catch up eventually...and it did...
