Anil Emage - My Space
And the two day intensive workshop for a group of
teachers we organised in a public school in the neighboring district of
Malappuram concluded with a touch of high optimism and many an eye sparkled
with happiness. The climax was yet to come.
Session evaluation and experience sharing.
Expected, typical words of thanksgiving and joy. Then, it
was the turn of Zeenath, the exuberant teacher, who missed day one of our
session. She rose, shook hands with Laila and I firmly with the kind of a
charming smile possessed by the innocent
only, looked deep, deep into our eyes and uttered these words: “You made me
comfortable!” and then her eyes welled up and she cried. The cry of gratitude, tears of
the marginalized and of the uncared one.
We were stirred beyond words, and wondered what did we gift this
girl in such limited hours which should elevate her to such a state of intellect
that she should open up and reward us with those wonderful words – You made me
comfortable!
Yes, we made somebody
comfortable! We gifted somebody self-esteem and courage to go ahead. We lent our
hands to a pair of feeble hands so as to gather enough strength to embrace
life.
All the past 15
years of my life of chasing wild dreams came to a standstill as I received the
greatest of the great medal that moment, when time froze and the key board of
the piano got stuck, and the music rang in the air.
Zeenath made our day. She is an inspiration, a ray of light fallen unexpectedly from the cluster of dark clouds conspiring for a downpour.
Zeenath made our day. She is an inspiration, a ray of light fallen unexpectedly from the cluster of dark clouds conspiring for a downpour.
Your presence is always a comfort to many.... Zeenath expressed it in words...many preserve it in their hearts........love your work...
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