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Tukumoni Mahanta


He was the handsome sort at that time and I was only a four-year-old girl. I still remember his bright face and his two shiny eyes. We overheard our Head teacher saying he had come to teach in our school only for three months against leave vacancy. He used to come to our school in an elegant bicycle with a basket in front. On the very first day he brought toffees for all the students and delivered an inspiring introductory speech. I was pretty impressed by his oratorical fineness. Very soon he became a popular figure among the pupils. He always entered the classroom cheerfully and took the roll call by calling out our names. The other teachers never used to called us by name, just by our roll numbers. So, he was an exception. He said,”By name we know”. With time we found him as interesting as he came.…