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Itanagar, Arunacahl Pradesh, India
An obsessive thinker. Mostly confused. Polite. Talks less. I try to live and learn everyday.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

I miss you


There was camera those days,
Moments & Memories that we could have captured,
But we didn't.

We laughed.
We Smiled.
We Broke the rules.
We Had you scream at your lungs
We even argued with you.

There you went.
With a Smile
leaving behind the prints of you
We now Cry at those funny moment
At those broken rules.
Wishing we could have saved your Shouts.

It was ordinary Teacher-Student Relation.
But there was something Special.
You were more than that.
You shared the big pain with us.
You shared the small Laugh with us.
The WORDS you used
Made me search up the dictionary.

You were more than the title that Principal Seat gave you
You were our Guardian.
You were our Guide.
The hand that held us through our Dark times.
Like the Single Flame of the Candle
You Enlightened us all

and now here we are gathered in your memory
Talking about the moments
Some Whispering a silent cry
Some cursing themselves that they could have not argued
Some regretting the wasted time which could have build into something more beautiful

Oh! How I wish, I could have stored those moment in the Camera.
But then again, the prints of those moments were much better saved in our Heart

It's hard to believe
What we missed in that fraction of second when we blinked
and now with your ashes ready to start it's journey through the river
I forgot to tell you,
You were my Hero and My Mentor....

- Topsy Kamchi

This is in Memory of Mrs. Ramamurthi,
Our Teacher, Guide, Someone who played the role of a mother. Someone who actually listened dedicatedly.

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