I met Anju Ma’am in Cambridge School where she taught art to my son Dhrov who is on the autistic spectrum. Anju mam’s classroom, a sanctuary of color nurtured Dhrov’s unique vision. Anju mam with her unwavering belied, guided his strokes, not just canvas, but across the canvas of his confidence.
Exhibitions, once distant dream, became Dhrov’s triumphant stage, awards showered him, each one a testament to Anju mam’s magic. Today Dhrov stands tall, an artist celebrated for his vibrant soul. Anju mam, you’re not just a teacher, you’re an architect of dreams, a weaver of hope. You showed Dhrov that autism wasn’t a shadow but a brushstroke in his magnificent masterpiece.
