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"A Teacher & one student"

The conversation b’win a Teacher ‘n’ a student

A teacher with a peculiar dialect… terrible at pronunciation… who stammers…
'n' a student- the brightest in the class- who mocks the teacher for his flaws- his stammering ‘n’ his dialect… to which the teacher smiles ‘n’ tells him-

“When I was of your age, I didn't know how to write… You are far more intelligent than me when I was of your age… My mother was a sweeper- she fought with the darkness that surrounded my childhood with a lantern… that helped me walk through the darkness, the night to reach the dawn… light!”

“My name is "Krishna"- My mother could never pronounce my name in the right way though it was her own son's name… Till the end I was her "kisna" only… I stammer… you mock me for the way I am- for my stammering- for my dialect… But this is the way I speak- the way my mother taught me… the way my mother used to speak… How can I leave my mother for some other good looking woman even if that other woman is far more b'ful than my mother… even if she wears all those expensive precious jewels… something that my mother never had… you want me to leave my mother 'n' accept that other woman… Is this what you expect from me?”

“I don't say that I'm flawless… that I'm very intelligent… that I know a lot… there are so many people around who know much more than what I know… far more intelligent than I am… But I’m good at doing certain things… I write sometimes when I feel like… I write- 'coz this plain paper never criticizes me- it always listens silently… even when I'm wrong- It allows me to be the way I'm… even when I'm wrong- never makes a mockery of my "Self"… 'n' I, in return, try hard to use it in the best possible way… you can learn whatever little I know… If you find anything worth learning in me, learn it 'n' then go to some other teacher who can teach you something else…”

“Life is a "peacock"- a w'ful creature from the Creator- who lives with us, goes with us wherever we go… a creature with a thousand eyes on its wings… but those eyes can't see, they were created to be seen… there aren't any rules following which you can spot/see that "peacock"… It just comes 'n' goes in a flash… within that short span of time; you can't see all of those thousand eyes… You've to see all those eyes one by one in your life time… If you manage to see it- that "peacock", show it to others as well… let 'em also watch it- let it amaze 'em as well… 'n' if you fail to do so, well don't complain!”

“I've spotted this "peacock" so many times… I've watched it so many times… 'n' it amazes me every time I see it… it makes me smile 'n' every time I spot it, I try to show it to others as well- the ones I know- even the ones I don't!

The teacher then smiles ‘n’ looks at the student with love ‘n’ affection… ‘n’ they walk together for some more time… in a direction… after reaching a point the student leaves him ‘n’ goes with some other teacher to learn some more important lessons in life…

What should I write ???

I'm sitting here with this virgin piece of paper 'n' a pen

But words aren't just coming to me

Declining to sit here on this piece of paper

Flying away like some butterflies…

What should I write???

Something in me pushes me to pen down something

Something new, something exciting

something worth your time

Something worth my time

something worth the virginity of this piece of paper

Something worth the ink of this pen I'll be consuming

But what should I write ???

For words aren't coming to me!!!

Should I write about myself???

Should I write about thyself???

Or should I write about ourselves???

What should I write???

Should I write something about this mystery???
The mystery that is life
Or should I write something about the Mysterious??
The One who created this mystery
Should I pen down some song??
Or should I weave some story creating

some imaginary characters 'n' play with 'em??

What o what should I write??
What should I write??