My Childhood Home Tutor, A talk to him after 25 years.
For a long time, childhood memories were wandering in my mind. Especially when I think of those childhood teachers whom I once studied but now have no contact with, it hurts. I contacted one such teacher yesterday and got his phone number with great difficulty. I spent my uncle’s house till class five so my childhood memories mostly revolve around my uncle’s house. I remember one such teacher from whom I studied early in life. I remember that he was in his twenties then he could be called unemployed, maybe he would teach me for some pocket money. Because he used to come to my house to teach and taught me alone and what he got in exchange was very meager. It cannot be called any remuneration. He loved me very much and taught me very carefully. I remember he gave me a loving diary which I still remember. That was a small diary i.e. not like the big diaries that are available nowadays but more like a pocket diary and he told me that he would write down the homework required for studies in this diary so that I could easily refer to them and complete my studies. Once a very insulting incident happened to this teacher and that was at my uncle’s house. I can still remember that day he was supposed to come to my house to teach me but for some reason the people of my uncle’s house suddenly changed my teacher so he came when another teacher was teaching me and he was clearly told that my teacher was changed. Maybe he felt a little sad and left. Even though I was young then, I could clearly feel that what happened with that teacher was wrong. The people of my uncle’s house could have changed the teacher for me but it would have been done in a different way. This method was not right. I can sense all these subtleties very easily from a young age so despite not being old I understood the humiliation that Sir felt.
I stayed in my uncle’s house till class five then my father brought me to my house which is my own house. That is, from class six I started living in my own house but since I spent my childhood in my uncle house, my sentiments are mainly about uncle’s house or its surroundings. It is safe to say that I still miss my uncle’s house a lot. Almost 25 years have passed since this incident and now I am a complete young man, but I keep thinking why I don’t know that sir from whom I studied at a young age. Now we rarely go to my uncle’s house, it’s not that I don’t have time, actually my aunt’s behavior is not very good, maybe she doesn’t want any relatives to come to her house, so even if we want to, we can’t go there much. But as I said earlier that I remember my childhood memories again and again, I was trying to get that teacher’s phone number for a long time and finally I got it after a lot of hard work. But before calling I had a good hesitation in my mind that maybe he won’t know me or even if he does, he won’t give me that much importance because with time people forget everything and this is not a few days ago but 25 years ago how many people or one remembers the events of so long ago. But somewhere in my heart I was feeling a thirst to talk to those old people, maybe they don’t care about me or not, I would feel a lot of relief after talking to them. Finally, I called him, and he answered the call first I asked how are you he very nicely said he is fine without asking my identity then I introduced myself. After hearing this he was so happy that I can’t explain what is strange, but I didn’t tell him my name I just told him my uncle’s name and strangely he remembered my name too this is a big achievement for me I am so happy. Then one by one he started asking about my family about my current employment etc. I also asked about him. We talked for about 15 to 20 minutes, and I invited him to come to my house. There was a sincerity in him in this long conversation and he was very happy that the person he used to teach today even though he had far away remembered him and called him by collecting his phone number. He repeatedly asked me to come to his house. I also want to go. Maybe someday if I get time, I will definitely try to go. Since the events of yesterday, I feel a strange peace in my mind as I try to reunite with the people, I spent time with and with whom my life began. During this conversation I could not tell him that my dear teacher had wronged you once by the people of my uncle’s house. Even though I felt that insult from you that day, I could not protest because I was little, but even today when I think about that incident, it hurts me a lot. Maybe this life is selfish in this world to get such bitter experiences our life passes one day after another. Anyway, I pray to God that you stay healthy, stay well, and be happy with your family. When the first rays of the sun hit my eyes in the morning, I wrote down these words that were accumulated in my mind. I did not write this to please anyone, I just wrote it to lighten the mind. Thank you
