Some teachers bring
out the best in you, some teachers don't.
Some teachers swing by the syllabus, some go to the core.
Some teachers live up to the expectations, some cross the shore.
Some teachers ask you how you are, some teachers won't.
Some teachers bring
out the well of tears, some wipe them aside,
Some teachers sit with broken words, some teachers light the fire inside.
Some teachers cajole and pet you, some teachers let you run wild.
Some teachers teach while others just nurture and are kind.
When I decided to
birth The Pine Cone Review, I counted my blessings. I came from a place of
unrest of the mind and the body. I was looking for something that would help me
make meaning of my existence. In my darkest hours, I remembered two of my
teachers and their unfailing confidence in me. I remembered how each time I
visited my doctor in India, he would appreciate my resilience. I remembered the
little challenges I have walked through. Rain and shine, my search for rainbows
has remained unstoppable. I remembered learning the lesson of humility from my
mother, the lesson of compassion from my family and the lesson of learning with
joy from my son. As so many teaching souls inhabit my being, I did find my
courage to tread on a new path.
This event is, not
only, the first event of our literary magazine, it is also the first time we-
Khusi, Debalina and I – worked as a team. This event is important to us not
only because it reminded us of our teachers, but also because it helped up
forge new relationships with writers about whom we were hitherto ignorant. As
one curtain falls, we, at The Pine Cone Review wait eagerly for the next
opportunity where we would be able to interact with so many creative souls once
again.
Till then, enjoy
writing and take care!
Susmita Paul
Editor-in-Chief
Poetry & Art
Editor
The Pine Cone Review
October 5, 2020
Graz, Austria