School teacher and eyeing students

I recall the days of my school. Having studied in an All Boys School for 14 years, friends and I never had much of the chance nor the courage to speak to a gal then. We were only known for our academic brilliance, sportspirit and cracking virile jokes. But one thing that never changed and stayed common across all my schoolmates was the way we used to gaze the new class teacher, Shruti. Actually her mom was already a teacher in our school (not teaching us). Now it was her daughter who had joined the school taking care of the kids in the primary section. I would justify myself by saying that it was my tender age in all angles and a kid is not grown much emotionally at this age :P ;)

Shruti must be around the same age then as I am right now. She was a clear example how beautiful and adult a woman could be. Lovely lips, dancing eyes and what not. Every early morning at 7:30 a.m., she used to drive a Sunny to school with her mom as riding pillion. The school prayer used to start at 7:50 a.m. so we were supposed to reach before that. We found a good reason now to reach early. Every morning we all used to rush to school to somehow reach by 7:25 a.m., put our school bags in our classes and queue in the verandah on the highest floor to see Shruti. Those wet hair flowing in the morning air. Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!! Haaaaaaaaayyyyyyyeeeeeeee!!!! There was a collective sigh from all of us together.

Things got better on Teacher's Day. This was our ultimate chance to show how much we like our teachers.
Arihant to Prakhar, "Just wishing won't be enough. We should do something so that she notices us"
Siddharth suggests, "We should give her a greeting card and write our names"
On this proposition, we both gave a stare to Siddharth which would be reserved only for gazing monkeys at a zoo. We had some more pudden-head discourses but finally agreed to what Siddharth had to offer. We took the law in our hands and went to Archies Gallery and bought a sugary, affectionate card to give her. In unison, we wrote our names on the card and finally gave it to Shruti.
Shruti to us (with our eyes fixed on hers and not heeding to our senses), "Thank you so much, thats so sweet of you all"
The next day, our class teacher (who has been teaching since 20 years) entered the class and announced, "Its been 20 years but never did I get such a lovely card from any of my students. I think I am too old fashioned and less lovable" Shit!! how did he come to know about it??? That hurt his sentiments and put us to shame at that moment. The same day we went to Archies Gallery and bought a greeting card for all the teachers who had taught us. The matter settled soon after that.

But still the word sweet kept reverberating in our ears and staying the hot topic till the time she left the school. We later came to know that she got married. Our caring classmates took us out and treated us for a glass of soda and samosa. And we moved on!!!!