White *TEACHER* stands for Talented Educated Adorable Charming Helpful Encouraging Responsible. Let us honor our teachers not just today but every day by showing respect, appreciation, and gratitude. On this day, I thank you🙏🏻 sincerely for your wisdom and inspiration. ©Priyanka Kashyap

Priyanka Kashyap

I still remember the rainy days at school in Mumbai, when the sound of raindrops on the tin roof was like a symphony of tabla beats. Our classroom would transform into a cozy adda, filled with the aroma of wet earth, freshly sharpened pencils, and the occasional whiff of chai wafting from the canteen. Our teacher, Mrs. Kumar, would grin mischievously and say, "Aaj, humein indoor masti karni hai!" (Today, we'll have indoor fun!) We'd huddle around her, listening to tales of Krishna's adventures, as the rain created a soothing background score outside. One rainy day, we had a surprise visitor - our school's peon, Kaka, with his iconic umbrella and a big smile. He brought a treasure trove of board games, and we spent the day playing carrom, ludo, and snakes & ladders, our laughter echoing off the walls. As the rain intensified, we'd dance to Bollywood tunes, our footsteps stomping out the rhythm on the wooden floor. The rainy days were a respite from the usual routine, a time to bond, and create memories that would last a lifetime. Even now, when I hear the rain, I'm transported back to those carefree days, surrounded by friends, and the warmth of our little classroom adda. The rainy days at school were truly special, a reminder of the joy that can be found in the simplest moments, and the magic of Indian childhood. ©twisha ray

twisha ray

White *TEACHER* stands for Talented Educated Adorable Charming Helpful Encouraging Responsible. Let us honor our teachers not just today but every day by showing respect, appreciation, and gratitude. On this day, I thank you🙏🏻 sincerely for your wisdom and inspiration. ©Priyanka Kashyap

Priyanka Kashyap

I still remember the rainy days at school in Mumbai, when the sound of raindrops on the tin roof was like a symphony of tabla beats. Our classroom would transform into a cozy adda, filled with the aroma of wet earth, freshly sharpened pencils, and the occasional whiff of chai wafting from the canteen. Our teacher, Mrs. Kumar, would grin mischievously and say, "Aaj, humein indoor masti karni hai!" (Today, we'll have indoor fun!) We'd huddle around her, listening to tales of Krishna's adventures, as the rain created a soothing background score outside. One rainy day, we had a surprise visitor - our school's peon, Kaka, with his iconic umbrella and a big smile. He brought a treasure trove of board games, and we spent the day playing carrom, ludo, and snakes & ladders, our laughter echoing off the walls. As the rain intensified, we'd dance to Bollywood tunes, our footsteps stomping out the rhythm on the wooden floor. The rainy days were a respite from the usual routine, a time to bond, and create memories that would last a lifetime. Even now, when I hear the rain, I'm transported back to those carefree days, surrounded by friends, and the warmth of our little classroom adda. The rainy days at school were truly special, a reminder of the joy that can be found in the simplest moments, and the magic of Indian childhood. ©twisha ray

twisha ray