A professor when he was on the verge of retirement dream’t of coaching eager students in his now soon to be retired life, so he thought, as he drove back from college on one of his last days.
He called up one of his old students who now worked in the press to put up a classified in the morning newspaper that would advertise his skills in accountancy as a tutor.
A few days back, 3 girls, all of them pals, came to his house for coaching as exams were just a few months away but they saw a padlock greeting them on his door. They went away sadly as they could not meet the tutor who dream’t of teaching even in his retired life.
After a week they came again to inquire and this time they found him waiting and ready to teach. Not wasting much time, he taught the nuances about all he knew about the subject in those few months.
The girls loved him for his knowledge and more than that, the way he imparted it to them, making it look so easy. If only, they thought, all of the professors they met were like him.
On the day of the results, our girls were mighty thrilled and why wouldn’t they as the results outdid their expectations and they hurried to their old mentor to convey the great news but sadly the padlock greeted them this time too and they lingered on for him to arrive, for quite some time.
But arrive, he never did that day, and as it was late, the trio went back sadly each to their own homes. The next dawn they went back again to see the house still locked as they found it the earlier day. This time they inquired about his whereabouts with his not so near neighbors, only to know that he had passed a few months away…
Some good souls linger on to complete an unfulfilled wish…
Perceptions 
Sad in a way
Thank you for stopping by my blog. I sent this sweet story to my daughter who will graduate in a week from College in journalism. Seemed appropriate.
Thank you Cheri…
So touching ! I was lucky to have many wonderful teachers throughout my school days and degree days.I could relate to this post so much..thank you for sharing 🙂
I had always wished to don this role in my early teaching days. Sigh I am still alive…
I disagree there.You must be a wonderful teacher to write such a splendid heart rendering tale.Which subject do you teach? 🙂
I took tuitions where I taught history and science and then became a CompScience teacher for 7 years in various Institutes.
Oh I c..:) I think you would have made a wonderful language teacher ! That’s the conclusion I came to after I went through all your posts.:)
Good one
Thank you
Oh so sad but he really was a good soul. Yes Sunith there sure are good souls who do things in their silence never asking anything from anyone. Such a serene and lovely story. Too good
Thank you Kamal for your good thoughts on this story
Welcome 😊😊😊 Sunith
So sad and touching as this is reality of life
I had a new Mathematics teacher for my last year in school and he was also a freedom fighter, an artist and a Telugu poet. The time spent with him made me respect Math in a way I never could until that year. Only because he made Math sound fun! The life lessons I learned from him at a young age of 15 sort of geared me to face life’s many challenges…may his beautiful generous soul rest in peace.
Thank you Sunith for taking me down a beautiful memory lane…your words will resonate with me for a long time…
Welcome Lalitha and sharing your lovely experiences
A touching tale.
Thank you Sir
Sad but great post.