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The caring caretaker
I still call her Mamata pishi, the sweet little woman who used to be our caretaker for a huge span of time. She joined my family long before I was born and also raised my elder sister and me myself with pure love and dedication. I also remember she used to cook for us lipsmacking bengali dishes which was beyond words to describe. She was on of those characters who would never stop caring for me and my family and later in life she became a very important part of my family. I met her today after almost 10 years and hugged her tight like a 5 year old kid who was both restless and emotional. Time really flies and we are only mere pages left to be read and when a chapter finishes, we have to turn the page for a new chapter called life.
The caring caretaker
I still call her Mamata pishi, the sweet little woman who used to be our caretaker for a huge span of time. She joined my family long before I was born and also raised my elder sister and me myself with pure love and dedication. I also remember she used to cook for us lipsmacking bengali dishes which was beyond words to describe. She was on of those characters who would never stop caring for me and my family and later in life she became a very important part of my family. I met her today after almost 10 years and hugged her tight like a 5 year old kid who was both restless and emotional. Time really flies and we are only mere pages left to be read and when a chapter finishes, we have to turn the page for a new chapter called life.