They Made Us

I wonder if I would be much good a composer of this little space and good enough to thank some people who resemble a huge part of my life and of others' too.

These people don't get paid for becoming what they are, they just get paid for what they need to be. However, not considering what money can do, they do magic. Yes, they are magicians who do not pick our broken pieces and put them together but motivate us to do so ourselves, because they know that they will not be there all throughout. They belong to the secret parts of our gratefulness which we can never express but we feel immense load of love inside our chests for them. Yes, they are parents too. Second fathers and mothers, for that affectionate hug when tears fall from our eyes. There we feel a layer of atmospheric love, just there, all at once. And that never really goes away.

They also help us build our lives, yes, they are builders too. They cement our bricks of lessons strong enough to struggle in life later. They are the motivational speakers for every time they open their mouth to utter our names, a big smile comes up. After all the struggle when they look at you and say, "You have grown so big, eh?" You want to cry out and say that it's because of them, but the inner you binds you, for when you express gratitude you tend to end the beautiful journey. And deep inside none of us would ever like that.

They are the teachers with whom we had spent almost our entire childhood and metamorphosed into pretty butterflies. They say it's really easy to become a teacher for they do not know what it's like to become one. Clearly they aren't just the teachers to teach Geography, Biology or English, but also they are our educators who teach us to be calm in our happiness, keep us motivated during our losses and love us even though we cannot earn them much pride. They are simply special because they have chosen to become people who not only shape our lives but plant trees on our unculturable waste lands.

We can never thank you enough for your little flowers in our gardens which long back you had planted. Or for the, "You'll be home soon" in the first day when we enter into our schools crying, not knowing what to do, where to go. They are the same people saying, "I will miss you" when we leave never to come back for eight hours straight, crying, not knowing what to do, where to go. We are extremely glad that you people exist, immensely thankful for you did not choose some other profession. Our lives, then, would have never known the joy of being with you all for so many years. What an unimaginable loss it would be!