shvetabhagat

Lawrence Lovedale, nestled in the beautiful mountains of Nilgiris, brings back myriad memories. It’s an experience that has stayed and guided me at every turn of life long after I bid it adieu for what they call "the big bad world”. For me, the forewarned transition certainly carried meaning as I can say confidently no place seemed more secure before or after Lovedale.   From the letterman to our matrons, to our dear Pasha the baker, to whom we would dash during our loo breaks -- all seemed to be in cahoots with us, caring and assisting, even through our mischief-making.  The teachers were unlike any I had experienced before. They upheld the same standards outside class that extended to being genuinely interested in our goings-on and asking after our well-being and folks back home. The relationship was built as much on campus as within the four walls of the classroom, where we were encouraged to ask questions and think out of the box.  I will never forget one day, wh...