Love, is all I have.. In the memory of 'Popo' ( Written on 1/10/2017)

Absolutely two months ago (August , 2017 ) , one day , while returning from work , I found a baby pigeon in front of the main gate of my house. It appeared that it had fallen from somewhere during its trial for flying. I took the pigeon inside my house and kept it in the corridor in the ground floor and went upstairs. But somehow I couldn't relax since College Street area is full of rats and cats. I got scared if something happens to the baby bird. And , this is how I decided to keep that bird with me in my room. Every morning I used to give it to my mom for keeping it whole day with her and feed when required. I named that baby bird as 'Popo'. At night, Popo used to sleep with me in its cradle. After few days I discovered that Tyson and Popo has become friends too. I was happy until one day, after returning from work I got to know that Popo isn't there in my place anymore. My dad told me Popo wasn't well since morning and it fainted also. Hence, dad decided to keep Popo with other pigeons in a nearby dovecote. Hearing this I was tearful and scared if Popo is alive or not. I hoped and prayed to God for its health. Since then we have never seen it.

Today, while I was watching a movie on the television , my mom called out " See, a pigeon! " . I found Popo sitting on the edge of my window , looking at me and stretching its feathers. I was spellbound regarding the fact that how a bird can remember us so well even though it was a baby and finally make a move to find us out. I couldn't hold my tears , again!
Long back I've read somewhere, "all the love you have given will come back to you one day " . Today I realized, it does.

With Hope, a woman of this age,
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#Lifenote ( on Humanity , Friendship and Children )

There's this child in my School (my workplace) , studying in first grade who is a high functioning autistic having above avg intelligence. Everyday, I see his classmates , helping him every now and then (for eg. at luch time, at class, at field etc) eventhough sometimes he gets restless and throws things at them, they never get irritated , they understand him, and most importantly they love him. It really amuses me that how these 5 year olds can empathize better than most of the adults we are dealng with in this era. If only we all could be like these children. May god bless these precious souls and their friendship.

The lessons in life comes in a series, with the greatest in the last.

The Teachers' day celebration at school today truly made me nostalgic. I really don't know what I would have been without my teachers. Though a post is such a short place to pen down all of them who taught me important lessons in life, here are some of my favourites. I'll start with my momma who taught me how to sing, taught me how reading can save our lives and most importantly taught me how we should always be kind to all living beings. Thank you Bapi ( Ganesh Das ) for teaching me how to ride a bicycle, to be honest and thank you the most for teaching me that if we want then we can do anything in this World. Thank you my School teachers ( Rubi ma'am , Mahua ma'am, Mahuya ma'am , Mitali ma'am , Sarmila ma'am, ) who believed in me during my childhood days when I had frequent health issues and supported me while few of my class mates thought I'm just trying to take an advantage using my health concerns. Thank you Dada ( Saurab ) for teaching me how to speak English , how to draw, how to play chess and how to swim. Thank you for teaching me to love football and thank you for teaching me that family is our ultimate support and no matter what, it never leaves us. Thank you Boudi ( Mousumi Das )for teaching the art of letting go things that serves no purpose in our lives. Thanks to my Maths teacher ( Aloke sir )during class IX-X for bearing with me and having a hell lot of patience in teaching me concepts again and again.Thank you for inspiring me to do better in studies.And , most importantly thank you for believing in me. Thanks to my English teacher ( Souvik sir) during XI-XII who not only corrected my English grammar , but also inspired me to study Psychology . Yes, he was the one who told me about this subject. And, he believed that I'm born to be a Psychologist. Thanks to My H.O.D Prof Sunandita ma'am during B.Sc for teaching me to love Psychology. Thanks to my Professors from M.Sc days ( Subrata ma'am, Jayanti ma'am ) for all the love and support. Thank you Suvosree ma'am from P.G.D.R.P days for teaching us exceptionally. Whatever I know about Freud and about Therapy is because of you. Thank you Shaona ma'am for everything you taught me. Whatever I know about psychometry is because of you. Thank you for teaching me to be organised and note down details for planning activities of the day. Thank you Sweta ma'am for teaching me participative leadership. And, thank you Sree Subhasree Ma'am for being there.Whatever I know about E.C.E I know because of you. Thank you Monideepa di for teaching me that a good friend can come from anywhere. Thanks to Jeet ( Chandrajit Mukherjee ) for teaching me the value of time. And , thank you 'Time' for teaching me that nothing in this life is constant.
Last but not the least, thank you Tyson (my dog) for teaching me that out of all the emotions we experience in life, 'Love' is the strongest.
They say, you are lucky if you have got good friends. I say, you are lucky if you have good teachers in life as I believe a good teacher is no less than a friend.

In a World full of Learning,
a woman with Lessons,
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