Dear holy children, I am far away from the OASIS of your love and loftiness. I feel withered and shrunken without you. My heart always weeps and sobs for you all. I can’t bear my loss of your angelic morning view and your love-laden voices. Today when you are far away from me, I realize how lucky I was to be with you and what a priceless prize of God you had been for me. I miss the music, melody and divinity of your morning prayer, national anthem, educative and elevating speeches and the holy aura of meditation in the assembly as well as in the class rooms along with the supportive text dictation.