DT/24/032 Malshi Amodya

T here is a story in my life I will never forget… A story about a teacher— Or rather, a beautiful soul who showed me the path to my dreams… ✨ It was when I had just entered Grade 11… The first moment I saw the teacher who came to teach Drama, my heart quietly whispered— “she is different…” 💫 As time passed, what grew between us was not just an ordinary teacher-student relationship… It was something warmer, something deeper… like two best friends who truly understood each other 💖 When I was with her… I didn’t have to pretend… I didn’t have to hide who I was… I could simply be myself 🌼 At the end of Grade 11, on one page of my autograph book, she wrote a few special words just for me… Words no one else received… 📖✨ Even today, whenever I read that page… my dreams come alive again… After O/Ls, I returned to the same school for A/Ls… That’s when she told me— “Malshi, do Drama… I will teach you.” Even when the school said a teacher couldn’t be assigned just for one student… she stood by...

School life is not just about books and lessons… It’s a time filled with laughter, little secrets, and unforgettable moments 💛 And one of the most beautiful parts of that life… was our school canteen 🍔🥤 ⏰ When the bell rang, a sudden happiness filled our hearts, and we would rush with our friends to the canteen— the best part of the day 🎉 🍞 The Rs.20 Roti… Thinking about it now makes us smile… With just 20 rupees, it felt like we owned the whole world 😄 Buying one roti and sharing it among 2–3 friends felt more special than eating at a luxury restaurant ❤️ Because the real flavor was not in the food… it was in friendship 🍽️✨ 😂 Those little lies to visit the canteen… “Miss, can I go to the washroom?” 😇 And then secretly walking straight to the canteen… Those stolen bites, that excitement, those laughs— even today, they warm our hearts 😍 The fear of getting caught… and the thrill of getting away— that was the real adventure of school life 😂🔥 🍟 Sharing food, sharing hearts Wh...

Since my childhood, studying was never something close to my heart… There were days when even opening a book felt like a burden. But as time passed, when I reached Grade 6, a small dream started to grow inside me… “I want to study too…” 🌼 Yet, life gave me a difficult challenge— Mathematics. No matter how hard I tried, those numbers… those problems… felt like a language my mind refused to understand. On the days marks were given, other students would laugh… 😔 “They’re bad at math,” they would say. Even the teacher’s words felt like sharp knives to my heart… That label—“This student can’t do it”— made me feel like I was losing myself. That embarrassment… that pain… I carried it home with me. But… I didn’t let it end in tears. I turned my pain into poetry… 📝✨ My emotions flowed out as words… The questions I asked myself— “Why can’t I do this?”— became lines I wrote, searching for answers within me. As time went by, when I reached the end of Grade 11, I felt angry at myself… 👉 “Is run...