We all born with talents but those talents were caught and encouraged ah by our beloved teachers. They all are sharpening, molding us to face this world. Guide us to laid good life,from dark to light, from bad to good, bitter to sweet. We all are safe in the hands of teachers. I still remember my kg days the beloved Rajamma teacher who teach me to hold the pencil. What a care, love she had given to all kids. All the teachers of my kg sections were loveable and care able. Those days are my milestones for my future school days. Then after my kg brush up to my school life. I remember my first class teacher named Annamma teacher who always fond of my curd on my lunch time. She shares my food. From there onwards I learn to share food to my frnds and teachers. Lovely lunch times. I remember Suja teacher she always call me kunjachan instead of my name Jyothi Kunjumon. I love to remember these names Nancy teacher, Rema teacher, saramma teacher, Rosamma teacher, Elizabeth teach...
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