Today i attended the wedding of my school friend. I was in same school with same classmates from 1st grade till 9th grade, before i moved to Hyderabad.

Today was emotional.

I had a school picture from 5th grade in my phone. The bride was my friend sitting next to me in the picture. I showed it to her, she showed it to her groom. That was precious. Cant believe my friends married already.

Today was wonderful.

I met my maths teacher. I said what i always wanted to say. I said “You are the best teacher. You are the greatest.” He had tears in his eyes. I had too.

Then i met my Hindi Teacher. Before i could recognize and say a word, i saw a tear rolling off from the corner of his eye. I greeted him and moved into his vision to see if it indeed was a tear. It was.

It was wonderful. I told my teachers that they should be proud to be a teacher. They were.

They were proud of me. They were proud of themselves. How lucky i am today, to go back to my favourite teachers and let them know that they are the best.
When i look at my school teachers, i felt myself in the white-maroon uniform. But looking at all the people around, how they grew older, how they are discussing about what their kids achieved, how they are acknowledging their kids grown up as adults with their lives, their future with Satyam / Wipro / Dell / GE, i had a reality check.

Today was as if i walked into Nizamabad 10 years ago.

Cant believe all the kids i went to school with are so grown up!

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