I recalled my English teacher Miss. Subedar squealing in her extraordinary accent, commanding our troop to settle down on the allotted spaces. Her voice quivered me up always, whenever I felt I must close my eyes and take a nap. The courses on tenses, articles, poems, stories and all stuffs she made us do were fascinating. Now I realize the importance of the emails she always talked about, working here. And the advertisements and significantly the presentations. Standing at the same bench, I am looking at the LED screen, displaying her last English lectures before her death last year.