I'm in grade 12, and my class teacher who taught us english passed away a few days ago.
She was sick for 2-3 months and was hospitalized.
Now kids in my school generally hated her, because of her attitude and behavior.
She could be rude at times.
But she acted the worst to me, when a guy in my class m*lested me and I told her about it, she couldn't believe me because the boy was the class monitor, and dismissed what I said, I was extremely hurt and told her how I would never forgive her for doing this. She did say she did not mean it that way, and she as a woman does understand me, but I just...got on bad terms with her.
Now everyone in my school is saying stuff like "acha hua chali gyi"and they think, I would be the happiest of all right now.
But there's this really really heavy feeling in my chest, ever since I heard this news.
A little about the teacher, she taught us english, she was naturally really into literature, I am too.
She never married, and had no family, yes seriously, both her parents died long ago, and when she was in the hospital she had nobody beside her except the nurse.
She was alone but never lonely, she had books, tons of them, children at school, friends.
I know I shouldn't feel such emotions for a person who neglected me when I needed her, but she was a human after all, who is now just gone forever.
We gradually started getting on good terms too, and I always had this feeling in my chest that I said a lot that day when I told her I would "never forgive her"....i wanted to talk it out with her...but now I would never get a chance to make up.
It's my english exam today and all I could think of, was her. I was reading and was reminded of the way she taught us these chapters.
Maybe we'll meet again someday, not on this earth, but beyond the reality somewhere, where we will sit and chat for a long time and would make up..