Question

you met your teacher, who taught you in class 2, after a decade. narrate the chance meeting you had with him .I'll mark branliest and I have increased points to fiftyp so please give a good answer for 10 class​

Answer 1

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I had the good fortune of meeting my English teacher on this Teachers' Day in the same school that I used to go to 6 years ago. Even though my school is only a 10 minute drive from my home, I had not been able to make time to meet her during all these years, despite my best efforts.

You might expect that this time, I must have resolved to go meet her days in advance.

I did not.

Until late 4th September I had no idea that next day was Teachers' Day. Even after I got to know about it after watching a cousin show me diaries she was going to gift to her teachers' the next day, I was had my apprehensions.

Hesitation was trying hard to overpower the human instinct to meet and socialize. I was filled with trepidation because I was convinced that meeting an old friend after ages demands you to confront the awkward silence that follows. You might have been fast friends during your best days, but a prolonged period of being out of touch induces thoughts that you may not even need to touch base ever. This is why when people meet after great lengths of time, irrespective of the texts or calls that might have been exchanged, the conversation they have seals the fate of the relationship. More often than not, it simply decays further. Seeing an old friend after a long time is it's own punishment for not having met more often.

The difference thus, between my home and my school was not a 10 minute drive, but a constant fear for the worst.

Late into the night, my mind wandered back to those beautiful diaries which my younger cousin had bought for her teacher with much love. If my emotions were an advertisement for apprehensions, hers' were the exact opposite. As we grow old, we often refuse to put ourselves into a tricky situation. Simply because we want to project an image, however false, to a society whose cornerstone of young adults is people who do a day job at a big Indian MNC each day, every day.

I wasn't going to let the trepidation or the society pour cold water over the long lost bond I planned to rekindle. Not this time.

Answer 2

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I had the good fortune of meeting my English teacher on this Teachers' Day in the same school that I used to go to 6 years ago. Even though my school is only a 10 minute drive from my home, I had not been able to make time to meet her during all these years, despite my best efforts.

You might expect that this time, I must have resolved to go meet her days in advance.

I did not.

Until late 4th September I had no idea that next day was Teachers' Day. Even after I got to know about it after watching a cousin show me diaries she was going to gift to her teachers' the next day, I was had my apprehensions.

Hesitation was trying hard to overpower the human instinct to meet and socialize. I was filled with trepidation because I was convinced that meeting an old friend after ages demands you to confront the awkward silence that follows. You might have been fast friends during your best days, but a prolonged period of being out of touch induces thoughts that you may not even need to touch base ever. This is why when people meet after great lengths of time, irrespective of the texts or calls that might have been exchanged, the conversation they have seals the fate of the relationship. More often than not, it simply decays further. Seeing an old friend after a long time is it's own punishment for not having met more often.

The difference thus, between my home and my school was not a 10 minute drive, but a constant fear for the worst.

Late into the night, my mind wandered back to those beautiful diaries which my younger cousin had bought for her teacher with much love. If my emotions were an advertisement for apprehensions, hers' were the exact opposite. As we grow old, we often refuse to put ourselves into a tricky situation. Simply because we want to project an image, however false, to a society whose cornerstone of young adults is people who do a day job at a big Indian MNC each day, every day.

I wasn't going to let the trepidation or the society pour cold water over the long lost bond I planned to rekindle. Not this time.