Gita hugged her former pupil Shaila, now herself a teacher.
"It's such a lovely surprise to meet you like this," Shaila gasped. "I owe you so much."
They chose a table together and a waiter offered them canapes.
"Ma'am is vegetarian," Shaila stated. "I remember that from my own school days, our class picnics!"
The memories flowed. "i remember - I can never forget - you always -" came gushing out of Shaila in a glad torrent.
Gita took a sip of her drink. She was looking thoughtful.
" ... and it's standing me in good stead now, Ma'am," Shaila was saying. "You always called us Darling or Dear or My Girl - something to show us you loved us. I do that with my students now."
Gita's eyes twinkled. "Sweetie," she piped up. "I had to say Dear or Darling or whatever. You see ... I forgot your name.”
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