I was in 8th grade. Terrible at studies. I was always terrible at school - its only in college that I possibly shone through. Call me a late bloomer, if you will, though, that is being immensely kind.
This post is not about that.
So my brother and mom convince me to somehow start to attend a large "tuition" class. So picture this. I am least interested in this nonsense.
So in the first few days, I am switched off and distracted too. And then, Gitanjali arrives to teach me physics. And I was always a physics champ. Even today, I know some chops there.
She is a first year B Sc Student, but she also teaches on the side. And by the Lord, she teaches fab. One of the finest teachers I have known in my life.
So I answer some questions, and very soon I am answering all questions. I soon figure our families know each other. (that's an aside). One day in the class - she asks me how I know so much physics....and I tell her I read Soviet published books. Yes, that's true :-)
She asks me some advanced questions around thermodynamics and so on....and I happy chomp away at it. I can see she is floored.
Over months, she encourages me to be better and better. I love her class. Eventually she stops coming to teach (unsure of the reason), and I lose interest in tuitions and drop off.
Something reminded me of her yday. After almost 3 decades. I have almost never thought of her in all these times.
She might be the closest I got, to having my first crush. On a serious note, I have immense heartfelt gratitude for her contribution in my life.
That's the post.
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