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The big day!

The big day.. that repeats..💥

Life comes in with lot of surprises which is not anticipated.. That’s why it is called Surprise.. Else, where is the fun of life?

That was not any other day in my calendar…It is the special day!

Give me 2 mins,  I am checking my raasi reading, it says. Surprise!! It is mentioned as same as the big day earlier I had. I wish to have a great surprise waiting for me to make me happiest..  Umm..Mom, the calendar says as "Accariyam".(surprise). My mom is not in the mood to listen to me.. She is busy in packing my lunch box.. Well, I forget to tell my name..

My name is Radha, I am working as a teacher and am running late to my school bus..

Radha.. Come and take your breakfast... whom are you talking to? Guys, Give me a sec.. will talk in bus. Now, I need to catch up with my breakfast.. my favorite idly and sambar.! :-)

 Hey, there.. I am in bus… to tell you, I am not that late.. indeed I got my favorite window seat..Bus is going to waiting for another 2 mins.. That day, as today, I reached  early by 2 mins and sat at the same spot.  From this window seat , I can see the dosa centre. The dosa is lying in the dosa tava with the perfect round shape. I see one customer waiting and giving a yearn look at dosa.. probably  the dosa is for him

Oh, Yes, yes ..I will tell you what was the surprise I cherish any moment and esp. today.

Good Morning Miss.. .. Good morning .. you hear him..he is my student. My class is of 30 kids.. This is my second year in this school..Managing kids are as tough as managing me to keep myself away from the mobile.. Both are equally tough. Hey the song in bus, my favorite one.. idhayam oru kovil,  the line

Illaiyaraja lines n music..

What else you need when you travel… right? .. My school is only 10 mins ride from my house.. we are reaching the school gate and hoping today is going to be same as the big day! Trust me.. Expectations are spoilers, but living without expectation leaves no drama in life..so, I go by second.!

we are walking towards the teacher’s room.. I can hear the teachers sound.. Yes, Sunil, Abhi and Kamala teacher reaches always earlier than me.. now entering, a sudden pin drop silence. I smile  and sitting next to Kamala teacher.. I say Hello , hello, you are looking beautiful.. that is kamala teacher..the color suits you.. I say thank you and expecting her to say more.. but she is not telling..Disappointing!

I am physics class teacher for 8th grade kids .. I have first period. I cannot say physics is my favorite subject but I do not hate like chemistry, history. you hear the kids' noise that is always mixed of voices . we are entering the class and i see, the kids and the staffs there are in class with a broader smile..I see the board.. written.. "Happy Birthday Radha Miss.. ".  Guys, seeing it,..The cake is waiting in the table for me.. I am going to  blow the candle with the same "sounds of laugher , wishes and applaud". It is as same as my last year..

Birthdays comes every year.. Even though it is recurring one, it is very special for me..Because, it is the only celebration of my arrival to the world and the reason behind the celebration is me.. I love my birthday celebration than any other celebration.  It is not like anyother festivals/celebration where it is defined by someone and we acknowledge to celebrate how they wanted! 

I am signing off from the live.. Thank you all for the lovely wishes and being with me!


Saritha Subramanian

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