With my teacher

I was with my teacher

It was his ninety-third birthday

We talked and talked and talked

Reminisced the beautiful past

His Jadavpur, Zurich, IIT days

Recalled his ETH days, the Swiss alps

the Swiss fondue, the French wine

The good things of life

That day, so fondly, he remembered his closest friend

From his zurich days

Recalled the last time he met this friend

Gripped with dementia

I could see the pain on my teacher's eyes

My teacher said, when he was leaving

His friend came upto the lift, to see off his friend

Gave him a piece of paper, as a parting gift

In one side of the paper was written my teacher's name

And on the other was written the name of the friend

With trembling hand

My teacher couldn't conceal his tears

The tears of gratitude, love, affection, helplessness

That day sleep ran away from my teachers eyes

He did not feel the need of medicines

He did not feel the pain in his knees

He simply wanted to tell me so many stories

The stories of his student days

The stories of the city he grew up

I saw so much hope

There was despair too

When I informed my teacher about the conferment of

Life time achievement award

My teacher accepted the award graciously

And said, my students are now my guides

My students are my greatest rewards

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