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It was New Year’s Eve in Kochi, and the metro was alive. The clock had just struck 7:30 PM. My long-distance best friend and I were deep in conversation, catching up after two years apart. The train was packed, with no seats to spare. We stood and talked. That’s when I spotted a vacant seat. But before I could make a move, a man with salt-and-pepper hair quickly claimed it. I noticed him lean toward the person next to him, politely asking if they could switch seats. He wanted to sit beside a woman who seemed to be traveling with

I never dreamed of being a teacher. Unlike many of my B.Ed classmates, I didn’t spend my childhood pretending to write on walls or acting like a teacher. Yet, life has its own mysterious ways of guiding us to where we truly belong. This memory is one I’ll carry with me for a long time, and I’m writing it down to relive whenever I need a reminder of why this journey matters. Event: Mattanchery Sub-district Shastrolsavam Location: SDPY Higher Secondary School, Palluruthy, Kochi B.Ed and TTC students were assigned duties alongside other event coordinators, as there were various competitions such