Happy Teachers’ Day 2025

Celebrating Little Moments

It’s Teachers’ Day today, and I feel truly delighted to share how this day touched me. It is indeed a very special occasion for teachers across the world. What captivated me the most was witnessing how these little children—who are often mischievous, hesitant to voice their thoughts, and sometimes weighed down by the stigma around them—gathered the courage to open their hearts. They expressed their deepest emotions with such innocence and sincerity to their teachers on this special day.

Before I walk you through my experience, I would like to share how I became a teacher.

I am not so proud of saying this but I’m an accidental teacher. Undoubtedly, every individual treasures their school days, and I too, have always cherished mine—not so much with friends, but rather in the quiet company of myself. I admired those days, though they passed by far too quickly. I hold them close to my heart, yet never once did I dream of becoming a teacher. It’s not that I disliked the idea; it simply never crossed my mind.

Even I never expected that I would become a teacher and receive the unconditional love of these little children. Truly, no other profession carries the unique privilege of being showered with such pure affection while also shaping young minds into kind and responsible human beings.

What strikes me most is that even the simplest effort from a teacher has the power to leave a lasting impact on students. It might sound unbelievable at first, but it is both real and remarkably powerful.

My Experience as a teacher

When I was first appointed as a teacher, I was very conscious that I should not become a conventional teacher. By this, I mean limiting teaching only to what is written in textbooks. I have always believed that, alongside academics, there lies a greater responsibility for teachers—to equip students with the right values, life skills, and perspectives. That is where the role of a teacher broadens and the classroom transforms into something far more meaningful.

I am fully aware that no teacher can possibly know everything, and I believe a true teacher is one who never stops learning.

In the Class

It was my very first teaching period with a class of about twenty students. They were neatly seated in their places, unusually quiet, their curious eyes fixed on me—wondering about the new teacher before them. To my surprise, I noticed how nervous and sensitive they seemed.

I introduced myself, yet the class remained silent. Realizing that I wanted them to interact with me first, I decided to break the ice with a simple task. I told them, “When I call out your roll number, you must share your daily routine with the class.”

One by one, they slowly began to speak, attempting to put their scattered thoughts into words. Their sentences were not always complete or meaningful, but that did not matter. What mattered was their effort. I did not want to dampen their confidence, so I encouraged them warmly, motivating each child to keep trying.

There was a child named Saanvik. When I called out his roll number, he stood up with visible fear—so intense that his body began to tremble uncontrollably and sweat poured down his face. I immediately noticed his distress and gently comforted him by patting his shoulder, softly saying, “Don’t worry! It’s okay. Come back when you are comfortable.”

Days passed, and I took their class three times a week. The progress was slow but steady. Saanvik took his time, and little by little, he began expressing himself in front of the class.

One day, I planned an activity where students had to speak on a topic of their choice. This time, I didn’t call out their roll numbers; instead, I left it to them to come forward voluntarily.

To my delight, I saw Saanvik step up again—his hands trembling, yet his determination stronger than his fear. I waited eagerly, curious to hear what he would say. He began speaking, stammering and shivering, but what struck me most was his choice: he had decided to speak, no matter how broken or hesitant his words might be.

The class listened intently, encouraging him with their silence. When he finished, everyone clapped wholeheartedly. I, too, was deeply impressed. Extending my hand, I said, “Good job, well done, Saanvik!”

His face lit up instantly—bright eyes, a wide smile, and a joy that filled the room as the class cheered him.

Later..

Days were passing he began to grow and upgraded to the next class. And speaks to me when he finds me during the short breaks. The conversations beccame short and crisp but the warmth remained same. Every year he pourout his heart and expresses his gratitude to me. makes my day more special by giving not just a greeting card but he truly expressed his feelings and reminds me of who I am

At that moment, I never realized that such simple words and a small, thoughtful gesture would leave such a profound impact on him. Yet, it did. Even after four years, Saanvik still recalls that moment warmly and cherishes it deeply, reminding me how much a teacher’s kindness can mean to a child.