Teacher, Guru

131st Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

175 words

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Her fingers lay stiff as if rigor mortis has set in. Her eyes stare blankly into nothingness as 

if devoid of life and meaning. Decades ago she spread the fragrance with her smile and 

jasmine in her coiffure. The white chalk and wooden duster in her hand, she made our 

fingers move effortlessly to produce curves lines and dots on the blackboard. Patience 

was her adornment which rubbed subtly on us. The alphabets and the numbers were 

perfected under her tutelage and no mistake escaped from her sharp glasses. She cajoled 

us to chew our greens gently reminding us to leave biscuits and cookies in the picture 

books. Her nimble fingers moulded the children’s clay into fascinating figures and 

sculpted our tender minds too.

Today as she lay in the hospice, my fingers tend to her daily needs.

The keyboard has taken over but my neat handwriting garners praise. I thank her for my 

sound physical health.

My crisp nurse’s uniform is proud of her teachings and values imparted.

My first teacher, my guru. Dhanyawad.

Written for : Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks Priceless Joy.

word count : 175

Notes : 

This is a piece of fiction.

Guru - means teacher in Indian language.

Dhanyawad- means thanks.

In India, 5th September is celebrated as Teachers' Day as a mark of tribute to the contribution made by teachers to the society.

5th September is the birth anniversary of a great teacher Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, who was a staunch believer of education, and was a well-known diplomat, scholar, the President of India and above all, a teacher.

Know more about Teacher's Day. 

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