As I struggled to breath a sigh of relief after a hard day at school today, little Armaan ran towards me and touched my feet. I always tell him not to do so; he doesn't listen to me. I gave him a hug and then he went away. He is not my student, not even in my school, and yet we have formed a special bond. People talk about love in different contexts. For me, love is the reason that I wake up every morning to leave for school despite sleeping late at night, continue teaching even when my throat aches and voice cracks and keep thinking about my children even when there are other relevant things to think about.
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