glasses and stares

Sometimes you associate something with someone and all your life you just can’t get rid of that perception. When I was young, we had a teacher at school. Everyone at school used to call her Ms. Nusrat (though I’m not sure about Ms. tag); an old cynical lady, white-hair and a very nasty stare. An undisputed queen of gandasa culture in schools in those day. She used to wear her glasses at the tip of the nose and a mere stare was enough to send shivers down your spine. Not to mention that I used to hate that monster! But yesterday standing in front of the mirror, I got a glimpse of her with my glasses at the tip of the nose. It’s just that whenever I see someone this way, her image instantly pops up in my mind. Strange.