कौन था अर्जुन जैसे महापुरुषो का पहला शिक्षक जानिए शिक्षक दिवस पर विशेषWho is my first teacher my mother my first teacher

Who is my first teacher  my mother my first teacher

Arjuna and all great persons first teacher is mother so save the girl child because mother is a girl child don't kill girl baby in womb

I was like a little bird that was unaware of the realistic world, till my mother pushed me out of the nest. I flied carefree without knowing, where I am willing to go and where I actually reached. Like birds experience such scenarios very early in life, we human beings take several years to be put in such situations. Since our birth, we are pampered and loved to an extent that makes us a dainty doll (or any other pampered toy). We live in the world of wonderland which is fabricated by the unfeasible stories of our parents. In my case, my father is a splendid storyteller and all his stories were fables. I’ve known the stories of a crow, rat and tiger, sparrow, eagle and several other forest creatures. Whereas the only stories I remember of my mother was how my grandmother was once bitten by a venomous Scorpio, how my aunt once fell from the balcony, and how she managed to top in all her classes.  elder ladies used to make me burst in tears and that when I  actually came much closer to my mother. Until then, she was just a nanny to me, who used to cook for me, dress me in school uniform, drop me to and pick me from bus stop, assist me in completing my homework and some of the times bore me with pragmatic accidental tales of her life. Like any other child I had a cheery life for which I now thank my mother. She kept everything to herself and only showered affection, care and cosset to us. We never got to know, how she is butchering her desires just to endow us with entities of our needs.    When I grew up to an age when problems started reaching to me, my mother my teacher wordlessly taught me how to stay strong. With a calm and composed face of hers no one could ever imagine the struggles she encountered every day of her life. No teacher ever taught me anything beyond studies but my mother did and in a way that I also didn’t realize that I’ve learnt a lesson today. 

My heart has her beats, My lips owns her smile, She is not mere a mother She is a teacher inside

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