#HappyTeachersDay “I was 5 when my father got posted to Dimapur. Insurgency was quite prevalent at that point of time in Nagaland. Therefore, my mother joined the same school in which I studied. I was a very timid child while growing up and was mostly found hanging around my mother’s neck like a baby orangutan. Going to the school was a nightmare for me. Our class had some 80 kids who were extremely naughty.
However, I had one familiar face in school and that was my class teacher, ‘Miss Yvonne Tannen’. She was my safe space. I used to feel so secure with her that I used to not leave her even for a second.
In case she had to go out to get a chalk, she used to inform me and go and would return in the time promised. After a while my dad got posted out and we could only keep in touch for a brief time. Thereafter, we lost touch. However, with the help of Facebook we could reconnect.
Since then, ma’am sends me a good morning message everyday and the days I don’t receive one, I get scared. It was only recently that I happened to visit Bangalore where she lives with her family and I met her. Turned out that nothing much had changed in these 21 years. I found my safe space again. She has aged so gracefully and her composure is just the same. And this timid child is now a lawyer. It was really hard for her to believe.
I owe so much to you, Miss Yvonne.” said Natasha Sharma