Teacher

Sheru Miss is what I called her. I am afraid I always mispronounced her name. She was a parsi lady, fair and old with her hair neatly tied up in shape of eight. She was the teacher and I was one of her many students. I learnt History and Embroidery from her. I wanted to learn tatting from her, but I never dared to ask. But , at least I should have had the courage to express my adoration and respect to her.

Just once if I could tell how much thankful I am.