It was a fateful day when I was caught red-handed by my history teacher Ms. Mridula Sinha, writing discreetly in the classroom. Though it was a leisure period, she confronted me as if I had done a crime. I was confused of her behavior as she belonged to the literati of the town and was being published in most of the noted magazines and newspapers of that time. I was surprised that how could she behave like those conservative people whom I was surrounded with. My diary had been confiscated by her and I was frightened if the matter was going to be disclosed to my family.
Next day, I was called to the staff-room and a scared ‘Me’ considered myself almost finished. But, to my utter surprise, she was smiling and told me to sit beside her. And then, I received those pearls of wisdom— that #SachichiAdvice from her to show my work to the world. She even provided me the contact list and addresses of several leading weekly, fortnightly and monthly magazines and even guided me at each step.
And the day had come when my first article was published in the prestigious weekly Hindi magazine ‘Dharmyug’ by the Times of India group. I was not even aware of the fact about my published article till I reached to college that day and got the surprise in the assembly where Mridula ma’am was smiling with the copy of Dharmyug issue. Her #SachichiAdvice had made me break all the barriers of self-suppression, under-statement and self-mutilation. And an expressive ‘Me’ freaked out of that coy girl.
It’s been almost 25 years since I have lost all contacts with my history teacher Ms. Mridula Sinha and I even do not have any clue where she is today. But whenever, I pick up my diary to write something, I remember her naughty smile when she caught me writing. I still feel her presence in my life as a guardian angel with her #SachichiAdvice.
I am participating in the #SachchiAdvice Contest by MaxLife in Association with BlogAdda.