She walks into the café, and although we have never met, I recognise her immediately. My instinct is to stand up and say good morning. She’s got an air of authority. When she speaks, she holds your attention. She is the quintessential teacher.
This is a breed I was quite familiar with during my years in school. Ms Puri (the withering-look one), Ms Bhatt (the charming one, the boys and male colleagues loved), Ms Shahi (could have been modeling instead), Ms Mahajan (the no-nonsense air), Ms Mehta (cute, pert and lively) … the list goes on. All these teachers I refer
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