A nice meeting...

Last week when I boarded the bus to go home, I got a pleasant surprise. I met my English lecturer of my pre-university college. She dint seem to recognize me immediately. That I guess happens to most teachers. You have so many students each year that remembering each one of them must be difficult, unless they are in touch. So when I gave a smile and exchanged pleasantries with her, I could make out her efforts to recollect who out of those numerous students I was. But I am a very kind person when it comes to this, I dont keep people guessing for a long time. (Thats because it could happen with anyone-and more importantly because it has happened with me as well!). The gentleman sitting next to her offered his seat and I immediately accepted it. I reminded her my name and mentioned my batch. I told her where I work. And I started mentioning the names of other girls in my class and slowly she started recollecting them. I told her where they are working now and she was glad to hear all that. I told her about my blog and the recent books I read. I told her about the kind of work I do. She patiently heard me and would interrupt me now and then as if analysing what I had just said. I was reminded of the classroom where whenever someone answered she would question back to clarify "did you mean this or that" which would make us think more. I was reminded of those days. It was a class of sixty girls. Though a co-ed college there were different sections for boys and girls. I had taken part in a play and she had presented us with pens which I still have.
I spoke to her for almost an hour and a half. I dint realize the distance or the time. I gave her my card and she said she would mail me.She invited me home and promised to present me a book when I will visit her! She knew it was tempting for me. I hope to meet her sometime.