I was trying to solve a maths problem; stuck and lazy to try any further, I got up from my seat and went to my teacher who was busy checking some papers. She looked at me and inquired if I had understood the concept correctly. I replied in affirmative nodding my head. She then smiled and asked me to go back to my seat and try again.
Disappointed and tired at the fact that I would have to try it out again on my own, I ventured to my desk lazily. Few hours went by, I again went up to her. This time, she was not even apparently busy. Yet, she sent me back, asking me to keep trying on my own.
I was so annoyed. Why was she not helping me? Days went by and every time I asked her for help, she told me to keep trying on my own.
With exams drawing near, I started concentrating more on those math problems. I slowly started loving my mornings which I spent with those questions. Venturing in every way possible to solve the questions, I discovered my love for numbers. While eating, drinking, sleeping; all I could think of was how to solve those problems. Somewhere in the process, I realized the beauty of challenges and numbers. And thinking. And striving. The eureka moment when my brain shot me the best possible way of solving those problems; was indeed an indescribable feeling. I still can sense the joy, the delight of that minute.
With my shoulders up high, with my laziness vanished and my enthusiasm beaming in my eyes, I went back to my teacher, proudly showing her my answers. She smiled back and said, I knew you'd be able to solve them on your own.
Don't blame the Teacher when He is silently guiding you, slowly making you Realize your own potential; gradually making you fall in love with your capabilities; helping you discover your powers. For the Teacher's style of Teaching is not just limited to classroom sessions and lectures.
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