A small green bird is imprisoned in a cage and does not know whether it is like this world or not. He doesn't know what the green field looks like, the open sky, he doesn't know what the color of the butterfly's wings is, he doesn't know what the squirrel in the zoo looks like outside, he doesn't know what the free open air tastes like, maybe everything is written in black on white papers. He does not understand what is written, what is written, what is written, he only knows that the parrot is bully in his aura. Can say when not knowing how it means only that bird knows this memorized life is death. Will see the green field; Mountain mountain as people say? Can he touch the stream and stream? Can you count the stars in the dark night? Will he be able to take pleasure in Jyotsna Dhara by the river? He doesn't know, he looks at the far horizon of the sky holding the cage's shackles with questioning eyes. https://read.cash/@Sajibb/teachers-who-will-be-remembered-forever-62a32398
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I will definitely remember ll of my teachers. The ones I thought were nice and the ones I thought were mean. They helped shape me into the person I am today and I thank them for that. A special thanks to Mrs. Copeland and Sister Maureen Christie. I don't know even if they are still living. But they are alive in my heart.
Love to know that <3