Mrs. Talegaonkar
My class teacher for the 3rd standard. I was still counted among the better students having been among the top 4 of the 2nd standard. So the things were still good for me as far as she was concerned. I was hardly ever beaten up by her even though my behavior had already started turning away from the ideal.
She must have hailed from a village background. That was very evident in the way she dressed up. The ladies of the city wore the sari in a particular manner. But Mrs. Talegaonkar wore it the way the village women do. In Marathi it is called Kashta. It is more like the way men wear dhoti. Dressed this way, a slit is present between the sheets on both sides and if you are not careful, or if you have not worn it correctly, quite a bit of your thigh gets exposed every time your legs part a bit more. That happened quite frequently with her. Her thighs were quite dark and I did not like looking at them.
Her pronunciation was that of a villager’s and that made things awkward. Her face was awkwardly angular and when she got angry and started beating up a student, her face looked really cruel. More than this I do not remember anything about her. She did not leave any impression on me.
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