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I was a little kid when i read in my sister’s notebook- Teachers are like candles who burn themselves to spread light.

I was highly moved by the line. i love and respect all my teachers for they have made me what i am today!!

This post is dedicated to all my teachers (parents, siblings, guardians, school & college teachers, friends and sweet little kids) who taught me great lessons of life.

To the candle who burns despite storms and thunders, the heart that smiles in the deep dark silence, to the angel who guides in collage of troubles i never have a thank you to utter, i know you hear my silence !!

This first smile to my first inspirer Miss Sumitra Subedi (she was miss then), the English teacher. i was the forth grader and new to SOS Hermann Gmeiner School Itahari. My name created a kind of humor in the class, someone else would answer the question ‘Your name?’ for me. And everyone would laugh. Sumitra Miss defended me- ‘what is the matter children? Her name is gamla, what is the problem? Never laugh at your friends, it is not a good habit.’ She approached me and spoke- ‘And gamla, your name is too beautiful, spell it with pride.’
i learnt to feel good for what i have, feel good with what i am, feel good to be myself.

This smile to Mr. Sher B. Rai, the English teacher in my 6th and 7th grade. His editing in my first ever English article in the seventh grade made me feel that i have lot much to learn.

This smile to Mr. Shreedhar Kattle, the Nepali teacher from my sixth grade, who encouraged me to write essays, stories and articles in Nepali by correcting my writings and always giving me positive scores. He made me feel that i have literature in my veins.

This smile to Mr. Tanka Bdr. Khulal, class teacher of last two years in school, who made me realize i could not only write in English but beautiful English. His response ‘Beautifulest’ at my paragraph on the topic he had given inspired me to write without hesitation and without pressure.
Today, people suggest me i should write better English, they say i should act intellectual and use heavy words. They complain that i don’t write to my standard, my English is poor and my writings are simple… they complain and i smile. Let my well wishers know, let my friends know, i don’t write for intellectuals but myself; i don’t write for someone who thinks complicated sentences and complex words make writings intellectual, i write for my kind of people. And Tanka sir taught me this style. He not only taught this much, he did much more. He made me realize who i am, what i am made for and what my capability is…. There, i began to dream.

This smile to Mr. Devi Pd. Gautam, English teacher in ten plus two. First thing he did was made me feel i am a representative girl (woman) of this country. He said he had never met a girl student who scored so much in his life as a teacher, just 68 our of 100. I was shocked, i never scored less than that in my student life. i felt educating girls and making them equally capable as boys is crucial. The expectations of elders must increase, the concept must take a turn. Second thing he did was, he made me feel i can write songs if i could write poems. One day he told me- Give your songs to Ram Krishna Dhakal (a popular singer of modern songs), not to the college wall magazines. (one of my poems was published in college wall magazine at that time.) This incident encouraged me to aim high and look at the globe not always a small part of it.

This smile to Mr. Shailendra Kr. Singh, English teacher in my bachelors level. His passion for teaching and his patience in listening after being teacher at the same college for 30 years gave me an insight of how broad literature is… more you dive into it, more you get….

This smile to the place i am, the place where i started as script writer and prepared myself to enjoy jotting down whatever comes in front of me. The trust people here had on me encouraged to grow more each day, they supported me with their trust.

This smile to Mr. Dev Neupane who edited my scripts and taught me what is radio language, what general public understand and how i should grow myself.

i am not a writer, but i am a writer. i write for myself. it gives me satisfaction. it makes me feel good. From early childhood to today, i am inspired by people in literature. i started writing because this was what i first learnt. My father used to write, sister used to write and brother used to write. i enjoyed reading and writing. i don’t know when it all began but i know writing is in my veins, in my nerves and i will always keep on with it.

This smile to my parents and siblings who made me writer by birth. The family environment was most favorable for me to write and grow passion on it.

This smile to you who read, comment, suggest, guide and encourage me to write.

This smile to my friends who are always there for me though we may be out of contact for days (or even months). They have made me realize friends are after all friends who have no alternative.

This smile to little angels who are the hopes, dreams and the sweetest of all sweets that exist on earth.

Thank you is not enough and i admitted earlier my dictionary is too tiny; i have no words to thank these people for making me what i am, all i want to say is i am this because of you and i am happy for what i am !!

love you !!