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Mom, Colleague, Friend, Wife… and so much more

Mom dropped home by Colleagues-Last Working Day
My mom retired from government service after some 38 years of service across Bihar and Kerala. Her colleagues threw a superannuation party for which the family was invited. Keeping our own family traditions alive, we were there in full quorum! The superannuation speech by her colleagues, the tears in the eyes of some of her colleagues and the general sincerity in the speeches gave me insights into a dimension of her personality. It took me 36 years (my age) to understand this completely. It was my mother they were referring to but for them, she was a colleague they will miss, for some a friend and others a supervisor they will remember of fondly.

Only a woman can play so many roles with such élan. There is some embedded chip running in them that help them be so many different people rolled into one, and play out each one of these roles fully! As she starts a new inning in her life, I wish her luck and years of health and happiness :)

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  1. Congratulations to your Mother, Rajesh. I can tell by the way you write about her that she is a remarkable woman. Please send my congratulations and good wishes to her.

    On another subject, I am saddened beyond expression by the bombings in Mumbai. I like that city very much... especially the people. When will we ever stop slaughtering each other? Take heart, my friend.
    Jerral

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  2. She sounds as though she will be sadly missed. Give my best wishes to her and I wish her lots of joy and happiness for the next phase in her life. :-)

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