My long-hidden Teacher’s Day cards

All I remember of this one Teacher’s Day is that my aunt helped me pick cards for all my teachers. I must have been about 10 years old. We had gone to an Archies Gallery near my grandma’s place the day before.

I spent the night writing the names of my teachers on the cards and ending them with the effervescent ‘Your student, Shakeel’, all the while trying to emulate my dad’s handwriting. (My dad’s handwriting – that’s another story for another day.)

But eventually I was to shy to approach my teachers to give them the cards, except one. She was my favorite anyway, I reasoned, as I brought the rest of the cards home to my mom’s dismay.

I think I still have them somewhere in my drawer.

Now as I look back, I can see that my drawer has collected a lot more than those cards. It has collected poems never read out, letters never posted, forms never filled. Somewhere I still see that little moment of opportunity pass by and am too taken aback to make a chase, or maybe I’m still that shy boy looking with at his teachers with awe.

But the beauty of life is that someday you can go back to your drawer and post all those cards never sent. They may not all reach their destination, some of them might be way too late but the ones that do, might just bring a smile to someone. And that’s worth wading through the contents of an old drawer.



~ by Shakeel Sobhan on September 6, 2013.

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