I am DELUDED.....

I am at the school right now.. Yesterday was my first class for the so-called most unruly students. I didn't feel it as such that it was heard that I got a better class than others. Teaching had always been a passion in me, couldnt bear the news of handling the most unruly classes. But it was quite a good experience for me that the learners are well equipped in English language that I took little time to get aquainted with them. It was a neat deal. The class doesn't care about a teacher who stands before them. They would still continue their side businesses. I started with a casual introduction. They wanted more about my history.I felt happy when they treat me like their friend. I continued... It was a pleasure for me to collect the details of my new learners and with quite consent, they carried over my request. Finally with a language game, I brushed the vocabulary and found them as not the so-called  unruly candidates, but a head of multi-dimensional skills in them.

I was privileged to hear from them that my first class was interesting and would like to continue with this in future. The events and notions that I had in my mind, slightly began to get relieved. Now I feel comfortable with the new atmosphere and its ambitious nature.

The only factor that dismantles my thoughts was my family. I am not able to convey my progress as for now. Occassional phone calls are the only way to be in touch with them. Whatever comes in the vague night , would be the smell of the distant past that always nag my dreams. The rustic ambience and the time spent with my Dad, Mom and sister often keeps me surrender to my parting memmories.
I still could see the glittering eyes of my mom, sister and my little nephew Cheechu.. It was a moment that makes me drop a little tear from my sunken eyes. My nephew couldn't stop his hug and kisses before I leave. He unwantedly agreed to a deal of getting him an iPad soon after my return. He left his smile under check and waved with his floundering hands. I didnt look back.. He might have ran to the other end of my home to have a final glimpse.... I ....changed my words, thoughts, still struggling to get away from him..
Dreams have been a haunting movie so far that deepened my visibility when I watched a clip that read.." What was that ?"... I unbearably bore my hidden feelings for my Dad who always remained silent when I oppose his words and actions.. Tears have become a recent visitor for me these days which I could never express and would never love to expose. Anyhow... these experiences away from home is my destined duty and I need to move on still my paths get its direction boards.