When Innocence Invited Me Home|MVM Stories Part4
When Innocence Invited Me Home A Teacher’s Unforgettable Day from 1994 Some memories don’t just stay in the mind — they stay in the soul. This incident from 1994 , during my early days as a young teacher, remains one of the purest, simplest, and most touching moments of my career. Among all the students I taught, one child continues to shine in my memory: Nidhi , a 12-year-old girl whose untouched simplicity left a permanent imprint on my heart. I do not know where she is today, but I know she once gave me a day I will never forget. The Morning That Started Like Any Other I used to ride my bicycle to school every day. But that morning, destiny had its own plans — the tube got punctured. No mechanic, no repair shop, just an empty road and a ticking clock. I began walking, hoping for a solution. A slightly older rickshaw puller appeared, and I said softly, “ Chacha, thoda jaldi mein hoon.” Maybe he sensed my sincerity, or maybe kindness recognized urgency — he pedalled with surprising st...