PM Narendra Modi's Response To Student's Heartfelt Letter Goes Viral
In the letter, the student, Aarush Srivatsa, wrote to PM Modi on the same day of his mother's death, requesting him to accept his heartfelt condolences.
Prime Minister Narendra Modi's heartwarming response to a condolence letter on his late mother Hiraben is going viral on social media. The letter, written by a class 2 student from Bangalore, was shared by Bhartiya Janta Party's (BJP) Khushbu Sundar on Twitter on Wednesday.
"This is the quality of a true Statesman! Hon'ble PM @narendramodi ji responds to the condolence letter of a class 2 student. These are life-changing gestures that will steer the life of this young one in the right direction," Ms Sundar wrote in the caption of her post.
PM Modi's mother passed away at the age of 99 on December 30 last year.
In the letter, the student, Aarush Srivatsa, wrote to the Prime Minister on the same day, requesting him to accept his heartfelt condolences. "I felt very sad to see on TV that your beloved mother Smt Heera Ben aged 100 years passed away today. Please accept my heartfelt condolences," he wrote. "I pray for her soul to rest at the notable feet of almighty god," the student added.
Responding to the letter on January 25, PM Modi said, "My gratitude for your heartfelt condolences on the passing away of my mother.
Mother's demise is an irreplaceable loss and its pain is beyond words. I thank you for including me in your thoughts and prayers. Such gestures provide me with the strength and courage to bear this loss. I once again thank you for the heartfelt condolences."
Since being shared, Mr Sundar's post has accumulated more than one million views and over 17,000 likes. In the comment section, internet users praised PM Modi's response to the student.
"This is so heartwarming. This child may be too young to understand this gesture right now, but it definitely will remain his most prized possession, forever," wrote one user. "It's truly inspiring to see leaders take the time to connect with young minds and make a positive impact on their lives," said another.
A third user commented, "Beyond roles, responsibilities, power structure, positions, age and stage, is simple pure human connect, that goes from one heart to another.
"Such a sweet gesture from the young boy! And of course, from Modiji as well. Kudos to the parents as well to encourage such a gesture!" added fourth.
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they are gonna hate me for this but...
OSEMANVERSE MOOTS ‼️‼️ may i have your attention!!!!????
my lovely friend is a film student who created their final project inspired by radio silence, creating a film version of a universe city excerpt (well, multiple excerpts cut up into one) with some of their own words.
i think it is AMAZING with this awesome fucking TWIST at the end which is just so so cool
if you would be kind enough to check it out, it's here! on youtube ^_^
thank you :,] hope you enjoy it as much as i do
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god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?
he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.
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a letter to students,
because I need it right now. your worth is not your grades. an assignment is not worth sacrificing your mental health. your body, your mind, is the only one of its kind, and it shouldn't be given up for an A that'll get lost to time. because grades will be lost to time, but you won't be. you have so many years ahead of you—and if you look back on yourself now, you want to see someone happy.
yes, it's always nice to do well. yes, what you do now will affect your future.
but what you do now will affect your future. if this is your one chance, go: go live, and laugh, and eat foods that you enjoy, and make friends and fall in love with the world. grades are important, but happiness is more.
all I'm saying is that focus on yourself as much as you do your work. one day you'll look back and be grateful for it.
and most of all, I love you. don't forget that.
<3
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We were alone in the music room improvising together today. All of a sudden he stopped and looked over at me to tell me that it was an once in a lifetime moment, because it was an authentic portrayal of who we really were in that moment, with no expectations, only hope. We could do this again next week, and the week after that, and the week after the week after that, until the fuse of the bomb that is our time together runs out, but it would never be the same because we wouldn't be the same people that we were in that exact point in time.
It was such an intimate gesture that it startled me a little, in the best way possible. I wanted to tell him that he's my once in a lifetime, too, but I was choking on those words. I could neither swallow them nor spit them out, so they are still stuck on the back of my throat.
Dear D, sometimes I find myself wishing that we could've met some other way, some other time, and not be in the position in which we currently are. Maybe we would stand a chance then, in another universe. But it was in that moment that I realised that I wouldn't have wanted it any other way, because we wouldn't be the people that we were today and we wouldn't experience that moment in the same way. That one evanescent flash of bliss was worth all my long-winded unrequited pining and the heaviness of the grief for what could have been that I carry in my heart every day.
Be my once in a lifetime.
𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒,
𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
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im seeing that poll about learning cursive in school a lot on my dash and as a vietnamese im kinda bewildered bc what do you mean you cant read cursive?? because to us cursive is for capital letters only! the rest are normal letters. so ig our normal written letters are the american cursive, and our "computer" letters are your normal letters?
↑ these are the fonts we learn in school. The left are our normal letters, the right are our cursive. Oh and the thing is, these are the only fonts we actually taught a school, the "typing" font is just what we imitate from printed books. In elementary school we have "good handwriting competitions" where the participants write in the above fonts and are graded on how close it is to the table above. its like boring calligraphy
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During making a gifset for today's chapter, I found this sentence.
Cosette had been taught housekeeping in the convent, and she regulated their expenditure, which was very modest.
Vol. 4, Book 3, Chpater 2.
The nuns taught her housekeeping which literally meaning chores and other houseworks. But thinking about her childhood, I think this class would be one of the most hard classes for her, bring back the bad memories of that horrible inn. What would you think about this?
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i see so many teacher aus where billy teaches littles and that’s all well and good but listen to me. hear me out. that man would teach high school seniors exclusively. he teaches, like…ap english literature or some shit. he has a skull on his desk that he uses to dramatically reenact hamlet. every single student falls in love with him during the poetry unit, when he earnestly recites emily dickenson. he has a no bullshit policy, has been known to shout “sometimes a cigar is just a cigar!” when his students purposefully and annoyingly over-analyze the text for brownie points. he stands outside his classroom during passing periods and defends the scrawny little freshmen nervously flitting about, always reminding his upperclassmen that they know better than to pick on the newbies. he has a this classroom has gone x days without quoting shakespeare sign that is always set to zero because of billy and billy alone. he plays his music while his students do quiet work, turning it up louder whenever one of them complains about it being “dinosaur music.” he treats his 17 and 18 year-olds like kindergartners, has a candy bucket and passes out stickers and has a secret stash of scented markers that he’ll let them use if they behave themselves. he has a classroom library that he stocks from garage sales, a bunch of ratty paperbacks, and he always makes sure to get multiple copies of popular books so that his students can keep the ones that resonate. he is everyone’s favorite teacher. he coaches the basketball and swim teams and his athletes use his classroom as a hideout, a hang out. he’s got an open door policy, let’s the quiet kids pass their lunch period with him so long as they don’t disturb him while he’s grading. he is the teacher that ever visiting alumni has to say hi to. he always gets hand cramps around college admissions season because of the amount of recommendation letters he writes for his kids. he’s the teacher that makes an impact, the one that all of his students remember five, ten, fifteen, twenty years down the line. he has a display in his classroom of college graduation photos former students have sent him, every one tacked next to the heartfelt thank you card the student sent along. that is teacher!billy. thank u for ur time.
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By Jove! my dear fellow, it is nearly nine, and the landlady babbled of green peas at seven-thirty. What with your eternal tobacco, Watson, and your irregularity at meals, I expect that you will get notice to quit and that I shall share your downfall.”
There is NO way I can read this as anything but purposeful teasing. “Watson, you were late for one meal?! By heavens! You’re a bad influence!” *has had to be reminded to eat every day for the past week*
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I know there’s a lot to say about this chapter but the line ‘his digestion was mediocre’ really tickles me, it’s just so specific- not bad digestion, not poor digestion. Mediocre. Tholomyes might be rich and funny and have a loving mistress but he’s only average at digesting things :/
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