आपने सिखाया कि गिरना हार नहीं, उठना ही असली जीत है।

To every teacher juggling thirty different dreams in one classroom: we noticed, and we remember.

This one's for the teacher who stayed back after class just to explain it one more time.

Chalk dust and red ink — the quiet fingerprints of everything I became.

You handed me a pencil once and, without meaning to, handed me a future.