The last class

I was sitting on the chair, staring by the clock to rush the ten minutes for me. He was sitting by my side beside the table, waiting along with me. It surprises me how nervy I was to skip this  class of his, when in my heart of hearts, i knew,  it would be  the last lecture of his. How amusing was this fact that seven years ago,exactly at this fall, my tryst with him streamed my life in a structured way.His first compliment still rings in my ear as it were said few seconds away, "You are pretty intelligent!"

Unable to comprehend the pretty at that time but indeed able to connect to the world through language still holds my way.His lectures have strengthened me, taught me that even failures are a necessity. Even when I failed, was mocked at, he just said with a confidence no other like in this world to me-"Rome was not built in a day!"

Restless adolescent I was, but he mollified my disposition through his ways.

Perseverance , people preach it but he made me practice it. Down the memory lane, his one hour class was like a ten minute one, where time flied and I chased it .

Time has come to bade him adieu.  He has made me better to tackle the game of life but what about this heart who feels lost without him. 

I have made one promise to keep, to practice what you preached. I pay my obeisance to you as you stand at the highest pedestal of my reverence.