Dear You, Thank You For Your Lessons – With Love, A Maths Lover

Have you ever had an unwritten thought? An unwritten poem? Or even an unsent letter to the ONE? Here's one such unsent letter to a special someone 

Have you ever felt intense love and gratitude to someone but never got around to expressing it? Here’s one such unsent letter to a special someone… 


I don’t know how to address you. It’s been ages since we last spoke or saw each other. I am not sure if you remember me or not.

Our paths never crossed after those couple of beautiful years spent in class with you. But today, 17 years later, I realise I still cherish the little moments together.

You were, possibly, the best thing that could have happened to the 13-year-old me. Teenage had just kicked in and I got into a new school because of dad’s transfer.

One look at you got my heart racing. For reasons unknown, I still remember all about that 1st day in the class. When principal ma’am was introducing me to the new class, the first thing I noticed were those 2 strands of hair slipping over your forehead trying to get into your eyes. And the way you immediately jerked to the right with fingers brushing into the hair.

My heart paced faster when principal ma’am suggested a seat close to yours. Since then, every morning my eyes kept looking for you.

If I caught you standing at the corner of a corridor, my fingers quickly brushed my hair. My right leg instantly lifted up and slid behind the left one to wipe the shoes clean. And the left leg would follow the same too while my hands hastily adjusted the skirt.

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When in class, my eyes stayed fixed on you even while talking to my friends. But the moment our eyes met, I would nervously look here and there or straight into the blackboard, if nothing else.

In fact, the nervous me always escaped making eye contact or any kind of confrontation with you. But how long could I escape?

A week later, Monday was the day of confrontation.

Immediately after maths test, while everyone was busy discussing the answers and the class was noisy enough to be called a fish market, one boy from class approached me with your message.

You wanted to meet me at break time. But why didn’t you tell me directly? Why was a messenger sent?

With a hundred questions bombarding my mind, the loud discussions turned into murmurs and slowed down into a buzz. With my heart in my mouth, I waited for lunch break.

Taking baby steps, I was still wondering if it was necessary to talk. If only the eyes could speak for us.

Knocking the door I said, “Ma’am, please may I come in?”
“Come in Supriti.”
Still frozen to the core, entering the teacher’s room was no more than a nightmare for me! Gathering courage I continued, “You wanted to meet me, ma’am?!”
“Yes. I see a major problem in your answer sheet. You’ve correctly solved all the difficult problems. But the easier ones? You’ve committed such silly mistakes. You need to practice more and not be overconfident “

Since then you kept hammering me to practice more and more. Principal ma’am had suggested a seat close to yours because I was the weakest in maths.

Everybody believed that maths wasn’t my cup of tea but you made sure I start loving maths. It was your motivation that made me score a 100 in maths. But alas! I wasn’t around to celebrate that victory. Dad had been transferred again.

You wove magic in my life in just a couple of years. I owe my success in all the competitive exams to you.

17 years ago, I was always scared to talk or confront you but today I am trying to reach out. Thank you for all the scoldings, all the motivations and all the extra efforts put in to transform the math hater to the math lover.

Today when I sit back, I am not sure if I should address you as Ma’am, counsellor, guru, idol or mentor. You have been all of that and much more.

Thank you for being a constant support and I repent why I never realised it while being with you.

Back then all I had was fear but today I just have gratitude and love packed in my heart waiting to find you.


A version of this was first published here.

Picture credits: Pexels

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