Due to my rude nature, I get along with very few people. Apart from my family, only one or two people have been able to enter my emotional world. The rest, whether relatives, colleagues, or acquaintances, are all kept at a distance. At home, my husband makes me angry by saying, "You are the number one rude lady. Everyone is afraid to talk to you." But I don't care. On the contrary, everyone is surprised that any child can become like me in a moment. Even I am surprised. In any school, the students from my school make their home in my heart, and then our emotional world is created, just like theirs and mine. There is no place for any formality or self-respect in this. "Children feel safe with you. That's why they remain so carefree," one day, Sir told me. "I have observed this many times." But I feel like this is a gift from the house of gods. Whether it is a student or any other child, I feel that enjoying it is the happiest moment of my life..At that time, I forgot all my sorrows and worries. Some incidents happened in such a way that some events occurred that strengthened my faith in this divine relationship.
We went to call the children to the pada. Of course, Amit, Soni, and Sapna came with us. The school and the pada are one and a half km away, so our group was chatting as we went. Since the parents were mostly out in the fields for work, the place was quiet. Some students met. I would have accompanied them to school. We went from the pada to school. The girls were chatting away. Amit and I were coming back. We came to the highway. We turned left, saw the cars, and started crossing the road. It was a four-lane highway. We came near the divider. My attention was on the girls.. . A truck was coming from afar. "Sapna, Soni, the truck is coming. Stop!" I continued my chatter. The girls were standing on the divider chatting. But I was afraid; would they notice the truck in their chatter?In this confusion, I was unaware that a car was coming from the right at high speed. I was standing on the highway. Amit was looking at the car. "Madam, the car is coming. Come on," he said with fright.. I was looking at the truck like a fool. Finally, Amit stood behind me so that he would take the first impact of the car and Madam would be saved. As soon as I realized that Amit was not around, I turned back. Then I saw a car coming from somewhere. I quickly pulled Amit closer. "Madam, I have been calling you for a long time. You weren't paying attention."
"My son, these sparrows were chatting and looking at each other," I said, waving my hand over his head. By now, both the car and the truck had left. We crossed the rest of the highway, but I was still thinking about his behavior . So much love! Even though the car was far away, was that child afraid that the car might hit the madam? He stood in front of the car to save me.
I was calm until I reached school. We both walked silently, my hands on his shoulders. This same Amit used to take great care of me when I was teaching in first grade. I love to make the students sit in a circle, and I sit on the floor near them to teach them. However, the floor of my classroom was bad; there were many cracks. From those cracks, scorpion babies came out. When the scorpion appeared, Amit's attention was on me. The scorpion came out right next to me. Immediately, Amit said, "Madam, scorpion." Saying this, he brought a small stone and killed the scorpion. This happened at least once every day.
Seven to eight girls, like Radha, Manisha, and Pari, wanted to cross the highway. I was watching them as they did so. While crossing the road, Radha's mask fell onto the road. We stood at the divider. Just as Radha was about to go to get the mask, I stopped her and started to leave. "Madam, don't go! A car is coming; I'll go," Manisha shouted from behind. Just then, when I came back with the mask, the girl immediately started crying and hugged me.
An awareness campaign against tobacco and gutkha was ongoing. The students wanted to understand its ill effects. While speaking, I said casually, "We will start the tobacco and gutkha ban from our homes. At home, we should help our parents and grandparents understand."
"Madam, we are young. Who will listen to us?" Manisha started saying.
"Explain to them that tobacco and gutkha cause many diseases. Many people have died because of this, and we need our mommy and daddy. Then they will definitely listen. Because if we don't have mommy and daddy, we will worry about ourselves."
"We will come to your house! You will take care of us," Arya immediately said.
"Yes, ma'am, we will come to your house," the other girls also started saying.
I couldn't stop my laughter. Whatever thoughts are in our heads, children dispose of them in a second.
Sir comes to pick me up after school. It takes him time to pick me up after school due to closing his school and other work. Instead of sitting in school for so long, I went with the students. I let them cross the road and then walk slowly so that I can walk as much as I want. But what if my students leave me alone? When their pada comes, they go their own way, and I go straight onto the highway. However, my children come with me instead of going to their pada. Our party starts at a half-kilometer pace. No matter how much I insist, the children don't go back. "We won't leave you alone," they say. The children's party is still waiting. The passing vehicles, the passengers, and the parents we meet in the middle all watch our trip with admiration. Sometimes they even ask questions. When the students saw Sir in the distance, the entire group went back, saying, "Madam, Sir has arrived, bye," and they ran towards their pada.
Where can you find such unselfish love in this practical world? These children are poor in money but rich in heart. If they love, they will die for us. After passing the fourth standard, they will have to go to another school for the fifth standard. They cry because they will not meet me. Kajal and Atul run and hug me as soon as they see me. All these are the flowers of God's house, and our relationship is to take care of God's house. I like my simple life. I love to enjoy myself, my school, and my family. Because this is my relationship with God and my worship of God.
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