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The Birthday Present

Mom calling us to have Payasam
Today was my mom's 60th birthday. The last birthday she would celebrate at office, for she retires this month end. Like all original Mallus, I am not with her, I am in a far away land doing god forsaken things to lend credence to what we call a "Job," and so is dad and Sis, all at different places. 
I wished her in the morning and then I waited till noon to hear from her. She called at 3.00, quite emotional and said: "Thank you for the cake and the flowers, my colleagues had forgotten my birthday, your cake reminded them and they sang me a birthday song!" 

Thank you Rajani (my sis) for prodding me to send the gift. That special woman in my life felt special today, away from family, but connected and cared for. The power of gifts is in what they do. Allindiaflorist.com delivered again. Thanks to them as well. 

I wish I could be there with her today, thank God for the cake... and the flowers. Happy Birthday Mom.

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  1. Happy birthday to your Mom! It is my darling sisters birthday today too. Seems like special people are born today. :-)

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  2. Aww... happy Birthday to her :-)

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  3. Coincidence! My mother celebrated her 60th Birthday on 23rd May,retired from work on 30th May! Happy Birthday to your mom!

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  4. Rajesh,
    I hope your Mother had the best birthday of her life. She is young yet, so your family can celebrate many more with her.

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  5. Thanks Sue, Miles, Raji and R.R., Mom will be happy seeing your comments on this one :)

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