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Who are they...?

Sometimes I think of people those who have some kind of blood relationship with me and those who are very close to me. I was unable to explain why tears were rolling out uncontrollably from my eyes when an aunty living in my neighbour died few weeks ago. (Even now I am crying for her). But I never cried even a bit when my grand mom and my maternal uncle died. Perhaps I never spent that much amount of time with them. But that aunty was really close to my heart and she so good. That damn cancer its just getting up everyone and also got her. Can’t some find an answer to this crap cancer? So good that she made me realise how real aunty should be coz I never saw that kind of affection in my own aunt. She always helped my mother to fix any problems in my and my sister’s studies and any other kind of problem. She was so good that I got to invent a new word. She was so gentle and kind. I will always miss her cake and Ice-cream. As all in our neighbourhood said I taught us how to bring up child. As much as I have known from my mother about her she was very strong and brave from heart she never stopped protesting against wrongs. Whether the culprit is very near to her or not, the thing was wrong is always wrong. Even I saw her strength I went to see her in the hospital. She was having problem with any of the equipments I think but till we could help her she has already soled her own problem. She didn’t call for our help or for any doctor.
Her children are not less good than her. They are so good in studies and so well mannered. My mother always gives only there example. It always got to be there’s only. Her son whom I call Suman dada is more than my own cousin. Even Arup dada my cousin was jealous of him on for this. Actually he was jealous of him for everything. I rarely talk with him but with Suman dada I don’t know how time passes. Only talking with Suman dada and Rishika di I never feel bored they are the best people after my parents whom I have ever met till now. On this Friday I met him, after so long time. First he was at IIT and now in Pullman doing his great research on something called Gravitational Waves. (Hope he succeeds in it fast and comes back over here again then I could talk with him everyday). He was so good again. First he advised on after 12th competitive exams which I should appear for. (Obviously I am gonna review my plans coz it was uncle (his father) after whose advise I decided to appear for few more exams.) Even then also he asked for my permission “I could give you an advice as an elder brother if you don’t mind?” After all he is so gentle I said. Then he started telling about Gravitational Wave. Actually I asked about that from him coz Astro-physics is my favourite topic too. Then he told me about all those black holes, wormholes and antimatter and all. More than half went to my head but few did fly over my head. After all it is PhD physics and I am studying in class12. Then I talked about Seattle where the Boeing Company is. It is the place where my all time favourite Boieng-747 is built. After that he said a bit about America. Then about computer games he made sit and showed AOE2 because it is his favourite game and I said it not so good. Its alright probably I don’t love that medieval period therefore I didn’t liked it. But leave that.
Then her sister Tulli di she is so good in her studies and has given me too many books which I may use. She is also just like her brother and don’t think I need to say any more and bore you. But something wrong happened that day uncle came and offered me some snacks. It was previously done by aunty. Then those past pictures came back to me. There even I can’t cry. Then again uncle brought the cup of tea the same way as aunty used to. But we got to forget it all. But how good I go well with these people? There are lots of other people like this. But how they become more important than our own people? Better to say they have a blood relation ship with but we don’t care for them from our heart. But on the other hand there are people whom we love and respect even though they don’t have any such genetical relationship with us. So who are they?
Happy Teachers Day
Teachers have always been the best part of my life. They scold you sometimes beat you but still they just love you. They have taught us so much. You are intellectual, genius creative. I don’t want to write any more big things I will say you people rock. Thank you for every thing and a happy teacher’s day.
I all my teachers Leana Ma’am, Leana Aunty, Tuhina Aunty, Shukla Aunty, Sir, Soma Miss, Boro Aunty, Ujjwal Sir, Kavita Ma’am, Papia Ma’am, BJT Sir

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