Little Memories

It was a most difficult problem. She knew not how to solve it, but I did. As she sat next to me, I explained it to her. The next day, I watched as she explained it. The entire classed nodded their heads, following her logic with ease. A small glance toward me and a smile, I knew she was thanking me for my help. I nodded too.
She knew a lot more than I did about the subject. She was my teacher, but still she was learning from me too. I realized that one can never stop learning in life. Till the moment our eyes close for the final time, we are learning.
Today, I smiled remembering that day. I’ve graduated, but still these little memories keep the campus and that wonderful life in my mind. I left it six months back, but a part of me seems to have stayed behind, never wanting to leave.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

26 thoughts on “Little Memories

  1. …don't you know that the hardest part is parting? i can relate to this post of yours, in so many ways…but can't share it to you now…:)but they're not little memories, i guess, great memories, it would be to me…:)good night Leo, granny's bed time now…:)

  2. We can never completely leave the places where we have had so many memories.And even if we are remembering a bad or a good day, we all always end up smiling today. 🙂

  3. hie Leothat was a very wonderful post….n so true…life is an ongoing learning process…n i'm sure ur teacher must be really proud….as for the memories….they are a treasure we cherish always!lovely!keep writing!Good bless!

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