Affection

 I love the form of a woman as a mother. I love to see a woman as a mother more than in any other role. Therefore, as soon as I entered the school premises, the mother in me was alert even before the teacher woke up.

Pari's brother, Rajendra, entered the first grade. Being a small and motherless boy, he never left Pari's side. Naturally, Rajendra used to sit in my class with Pari. He may have become stubborn and very emotional because he lost his mother's protection at a young age.

Initially, a stubborn boy was the image before my eyes. One day, Ravindra got a wound on his leg and came crying. Holding his hand, I took him to the kitchen and applied turmeric on the wound, lovingly taking care of his head. Of course, all this happened unconsciously and out of habit.So I was not paying attention to Ravindra's face, but he was looking at me the same way. After this incident, I realized that Ravindra was lingering near me. He was sitting nearby with a slate pencil. One day, he was crying outside because he had fallen. Pari came running to the classroom. There were tears in her eyes and worry on her face. "Madam, Ravindra fell; he is crying."I went outside and held him close. . I ran my hand over his head lovingly. He calmed down. During the meal, Pari could not eat unless Ravindra sat down. He kept repeating his mantra of "I don't want to eat." Go near him and hold his hand. Ravindra, who would not listen to anyone, would sit down to eat quietly.

Gradually, I began to realize that he was hungry for love. He was very young when his mother died. That 

 With a little love, Ravindra would be happy and would hang around me all day long. A few months passed beautifully. As Ravindra said, he would study as he pleased. However, if his father went out of town, Ravindra would not stay at school. Therefore, it was necessary to keep him close with love as much as possible.

Many such children meet me every year. They need not a teacher but a mother. But I am fortunate enough to be Yashoda every time—a fountain of affection that never dries up. The more you feel, the more it flows.