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Teaching literature had always been more than a profession for me; it was an emotional journey. Over the years, I had witnessed students laugh at humorous scenes, become restless during long explanations, and occasionally stare blankly out of the window while poems floated unheard through the classroom air. But one particular incident changed the way I understood children forever. It made me realise that behind every school uniform lies a tender mind carrying silent emotions, hidden fears, and extraordinary sensitivity. It happened while I was teaching the chapter “Birth” to my Class XI students. The day had begun like any