Spring comes after winter, it was known before that primary school. But at the juncture of winter and spring, I felt a wonderful change in nature. It is a wonderful experience that cannot be expressed in words. When it is time to say goodbye to winter, the south wind blows, the heat of the sun is still tolerable and during this time it is almost impossible to walk in the open field. Not cold, not hot again – the enchanting southerly breeze, the sweet sunshine of the sun, as well as the gentle-clean touch of the sweet path adds a feeling of astonishing love.

In such seasons we would go to school along the methopath. Our new teacher came in class seven. Everyone used to call him “BSc” sir. He mainly took math and science classes. He also taught English. One winter afternoon, as he was returning from school, Sir said, “The south wind is blowing, spring is coming.” I used to listen to Sir very carefully for fear of being beaten. I noticed the beauty of spring that day. I wonder how small I was then, I would not have felt the changes in nature.

“BSc sir” was very friendly but his anger was a little too much. Somewhere I heard “Vitamin B deficiency makes the mood irritable” – I made a list of Vitamin B rich foods for Sir without verifying the truth and suggested it to him. It was inevitable to eat Sir’s cane house while talking in class or looking around. Even though I have never been beaten for reading, I have digested many beatings of BSc sir for talking in class or looking out of the window. I was the first boy in the class so I never got a discount! A cane every time. I still remember the taste.

The role of his teachers in a person’s life is always memorable. I have met many friends in school, college, university and then in professional life. BSc sir is one of them. I used to do a lot of mischief with Sir – I used to give missed calls to his mobile number. I would receive the callback and mute the phone. Even when I was in class, I would cut it before receiving it by phone.

Once Sir found out I was doing these. Until then I was an SSC examinee. Maybe that’s why sir didn’t complain. There came a time, I would be fascinated to see his sincere teaching by pretending not to understand something in Sir’s class. He also used to catch it most of the time.

The affection I received from some people for a while, the way I spent my time in merriment and joy, will never be forgotten. We expect a lot from people close to us, but we don’t get the caring thing around. Again, I get a lot of unexpected love from many people.

I had a tendency to tell a lot of stories. But when I was in school or college, I would return home after Maghrib prayers, such was the order from home. There is no such obligation in varsity or professional life. But I still miss those days. I miss those funny simple days. I also miss Sir’s canes a bit (not the cane house). Once I ate a cane, I would spend some time talking about any new bizarre question, sir. I miss that sincerity. I miss my school life. I have no objection to return home immediately after Maghrib prayers. I don’t need the freedom to do whatever I want, I don’t feel tired of paying my parents every minute, I just want to get back to those easy, beautiful, dependable and funny days.