I remember: Sister John: She was our English teacher at Loreto Convent, Shillong. Originally from Ireland, she instilled in us proper English cannot be taken for granted and made sure we’d dot our I’s, cross our T’s and put the apostrophe in the right place! And of course, we had to pronounce everything correctly. She also often made us compete in handwriting competitions and we’d all try and outdo each other in that department. A few of my classmates had really admirable handwriting and I still remember some of them! She was an amazing teacher and if there’s any reason why my love affair with writing and reading continues, she’s one of the primary reasons. Beena Ahmed: She was scary and a tough master to please. She was the Assamese teacher in school. As if English and Hindi were not hard enough, we also had to learn our mother tongue. Added to my woes, I never ever could figure out head or tail of Assamese grammar. I would sit at the back of her classes …