Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
Who was my most influential teacher?
I wish I had a simple, respectable answer.
Like a name. A subject. Maybe a life-changing lecture.
But no.
My life clearly didn’t believe in “one teacher theory.”
It went for a full faculty.
My two sons?
Oh, they are my senior professors —
unpaid, unpredictable, and permanently unsatisfied with my performance.
One teaches me patience.
The other makes sure I practice it. Daily. Intensively.
And then there are others…
Some people came into my life just to test my emotional stability —
and left after completing their assignment.
Some taught me practical things…
like where files are saved.
(Let’s just say… that lesson had to be repeated. Multiple times.)
Some introduced me to recipes,
and some to reality checks.
A few taught me how not to overreact —
which, honestly, felt like a very personal attack at the time.
Someone taught me to laugh loudly,
without worrying about who’s watching.
And someone else had the audacity to prove
that it’s never “too late” to start again —
which is inspiring… but also mildly inconvenient.
Some held my hand when I needed support.
And some didn’t —
which, in hindsight, was their way of saying,
“Welcome to the advanced level. Figure it out.”
From embroidery threads to iPad tools,
from breakdowns to breakthroughs —
my education has been… extremely hands-on.
So no, I don’t have one “most influential teacher.”
I have a whole syllabus.
A slightly chaotic, emotionally charged, occasionally uninvited syllabus.
And life?
It didn’t ask me to enroll.
It just started the class.
—Rajeshwari🧿💕
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