My Teacher v/s Mentor
It was raining heavily that day. Fresh breeze and even fresher the moment. I was in my convent school, sitting at the first desk in front of the window. Inside the classroom the teacher was shouting at us all giving us lessons and 'morals' to abide by. Telling us to give away our carefree attitudes and to become worried about our future instead. Losing her mind over how immature and loud 'we' were like she always did. And I just sat there looking at and listening to my true mentor - the rain. How I wish hypocrite humans could give up the act of teaching because they stood nowhere near to the nature who could teach us not where Nelson died, not what the square root of 5 is, not what communism can do to the world, but can teach us to live our lives, liberated from it all. The teacher, went on scolding us, playing her part, giving 'lessons'. But I wish she could just disappear, and if she stopped and listened to my mentor I knew she could. She would no l...