There is always a person who inspires you. For me, it was a person who always lend me a hand, my favourite teacher, Muntasir Sir. He taught us Literature.
When he entered the classroom on the first day, our first thought was that this was not someone to cross. Surprisingly, he mesmerized the class with delicate yet strong speech. He always entered with an aura of magic hanging around him. The class was quiet when he entered, not out of fear, but eagerness.
Sir fiercely criticised my writings, and gave me a lot of life-changing advice. He was one of those people who talked with their heart, but in his words, “that’s not my talent, it’s the beauty of literature”.