Rohini finds joy in working with the naughty ones. The picture above captures the impish innocence of these delightful kids. “They are children”, she often tells me, and “how will they ever learn, if we don’t teach them?” No argument there.
Today, she heads home to India to visit her favorite educator — her mom. Ma’am , as I affectionately call her, also taught me as a 5 year old. Boy was I ever wicked. And she never gave up on me.
Today, Ma’am is battling her demons brought on by cerebral surgery a few years ago. In some uncanny way, she is almost childlike, as she wrestles with her mental state.
The roles are now reversed. I secretly wish that Rohini can connect with her Mom, the way she knew her. Everyone loses when human connections are lost forever.
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