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From the first row

 From the First Row: A Teacher’s Quiet Pride

by Nidhi Guglani 


There are few moments in a teacher’s life when time folds in quietly and reveals how far a student has traveled. I had one such moment recently, and it left me deeply moved.


He was always spirited—restless in the best way. Back in school, I had once nudged him to edit a short film inspired by the Diary of Anne Frank. His intensity was noticeable, his creative energy unmistakable. He was drawn to storytelling, to expression, to drama. And years later, that spark has turned into something much larger.


He called to invite me to the screening of his latest work. A twenty-five minute short film. A creative journey where he wore many hats—director, actor, writer. It was a proud moment, the kind that quietly humbles you. What touched me even more was his gesture—reserving front-row seats for his teachers, waiting until we arrived, calling us on stage, and acknowledging our presence not just with words but with gratitude.


As I held the film’s banner on that stage with him, I wasn’t thinking of my role in his life. I was simply absorbing the joy of watching a young dreamer chase something with full conviction. These are the moments we silently strive for as educators—not awards or accolades, but the knowledge that we might have sparked something, however small, that grew.


The film, like all art, had its own rhythm—its own charm. It may not have mass appeal, but it was brave. The genre was niche, the themes unconventional, yet the commitment behind every frame was evident. He had poured himself into it.


That said, I walked away with a quiet reflection I haven’t yet voiced to him. Sometimes, passion can lead us to carry too much. In trying to manage every element of the creative process—writing, directing, acting—he stretched himself. While his talent shines through in each role, focusing on one at a time may allow it to shine even brighter. I hope he learns that balance—not through discouragement, but through experience.


The journey of a teacher becomes more fulfilling—and even more meaningful—when students remember to return. When they reach out, not just with updates but with presence. I don’t know about others, but I carry my students with me. I get attached to most of them. I remember their struggles, their quirks, their first sparks of passion. So when one of them reaches back, it means the world.


As teachers, we sow seeds not knowing what they’ll become. And then, one day, we find ourselves in the front row—not teaching anymore, but witnessing. And that is more than enough.


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