During my growing years, I still remember my favorites, who always helped me bounce back with their support. They spoke the last two and were very assertive in their communication. Those days, I tried to unravel this bias for favorites, but failed. I never realized that I was getting exposed to pity, sympathy, empathy, and compassion where the last two moved me the most.

My school days were also not very different. I was trying to remember my own lessons that were more memorable than others. It was not so difficult, as the interactions and activities with my school mates still live with me. Whatever it was, but all the memorable lessons share one thing in common; they were designed by teachers who understood a how a child feels and how they can make them happy and confident.