My earliest memory of my father is him writing with a black fountain pen deep in thought.That was his meditation and his prayer. A life dedicated to mathematics and poetry. Also a lifelong teacher who taught his students to find poetry in math #HappyTeachersDay2020
In middle of dinner,my father would forget he was eating and solve equations in the air with his fingers.He taught anyone who came to his doorstep. He would spend hours with his students outside classrooms. He knew real education was outside classrooms. #HappyTeachersDay2020
My father passed away a long time ago. Long before he could teach me what he taught his students. But his students haven’t forgotten him. Recently one of his students connected with my mom on FB and sent this message #HappyTeachersDay2020 
I belong to a family of teachers. My mother took English education to the remotest corner of Kashmir valley and taught first generation learners. Both of them never made much money but changed lives and fortunes of those who they taught. #HappyTeachersDay2020
