The Trail Of An Outlander...

When I was in class 9, there was a zest and fervor in mind along with excitement for the new kind of empowerment that the class was going to bring for me. Our teachers and principal organized a segment of guest teachers to attend our classes for some time. It was a new experience of being taught by teachers other than our known gallery of teachers.

There was a teacher, I don't remember his name. He was a lively teacher who taught us Hindi in a way that we have never thought of. That one period class of him motivated students to be on the separate edge of life where everyone can say that here I am and see what I am.

An ode to this kind of stranger can bring lives on different pathways.