Gerald D'Cunha

Every morning, I receive, on my cell-phone, a short passage from the Holy Bible. A dear friend of mine - who lives hundreds of miles away - sends it to me, regularly, every morning. And, it feels good! On every Christmas day, right when the Sun comes out in the East, I receive a lovely bouquet of flowers. Gauthami and Hetal were my students, more than fifteen years ago, when they were in their final-year B’Com. Ever since then – yes, for all these years – they have made sure that I – their sir – should receive the most exquisite bouquet on Christmas-day morning!  “Please. Please don’t bother,” I keep telling them, every year.  But then, they do bother, do send.  “Sir, there are only two teachers in our life to whom we do it,” they tell me. “To one, we send it on his Birthday. To you, we do it on Christmas.” Yes, they have been doing it, without a break, for more than fifteen long-years! Both Gauthami and Hetal are married and settled in two differ...

I t is only from such distance, The Sun looks so glorious… I need this distance to admire the Sun! It is only from such distance, I realize what a supreme gift Life is… I need this distance to appreciate this endowment. It is only from such distance, My dear ones seem so sweet… I need this distance to experience this sweetness. GERALD D'CUNHA