It's Only Words

“It’s only words and words are all I have”, so goes the famous song of the 70’s. I too just have words to express gratitude.

- Pooja Shah

Last year, around this time I was wondering whether I should, or I should not. Should I do the teachers training course? Will I be able to find time? Will I like it, or will it turn out to be a waste of my money? Many such questions prevailed, but I finally took the plunge, and the very fact that I am writing this article shows that I managed to find my way through the course and didn’t sink.

There is magic in this place, something like Disney Land, which is supposedly one of the happiest places on this planet, where one has no choice but to be happy. The Institute is one such place where one can’t help but feel peaceful, calm and content. Right from the watchman welcoming you at the gate, to the smiling faces at the reception, to the house cleaning staff, gardeners, the canteen staff, the cooks, our beautiful librarians, Mr. and Mrs. Desai, the computer room staff, everyone brings their own uniqueness and creates a magic that is tough to escape. Each and every thing adds up, as they say the sum is more than its parts.

More often than not, I find myself taking pictures of the quotes written on the board, smiling at the jokes put on the notice board, and thinking much later about the ‘stories that stir’.