10 years ago, my mother went to LSR in search of a lecturer, her namesake. There, she met a professor who, within moments made my mother wish for her daughter to be a part of that magical space. Later, my mother found out that LSR was predominantly a humanities college but the memory kept her wish alive.
To this day, my mother remembers her face and the conversation. This conversation which was the reason why LSR was the only college that my mother (engineer and erstwhile 'Pro-Science' mom) considered for humanities. This meeting changed the course of my life quite dramatically.
9 years down the line, God granted my mother's wish (as always) and a decade later, I find myself in the very same teacher's class, so many times a week. . . someone whose words influenced my mother enough to allow me to leave science and take up English Honours, someone whose acquaintance gave my mother the courage to take such a radical step.
Teachers sometimes do so much to influence one's lives... Just like to take a moment to say that LSR is indeed the enchanted abode of angels.
Who is this teacher?Take a guess (if you are an LSR-ian or an ELSA. . .).
Hint- she tells us 'beautiful children' that we must keep our traditions alive. Oh, and she can whistle quite well.
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