She is not my mother. Nor my grand mother. Nor my mother in law. Yet she is that someone with whom I shared , share and will share a lovely motherly bond. She maybe maximum 10 years older than me. More like a sister than a mother. But bond is more of a caregiver.
I never shared close bond with my sister. With mother its a different story. We fight like alley cats but we laugh together and cry together. It's like we share our life together. But that's a different story and surely requires a separate post.
I met "maa" as I call her in my old office. She was team lead of a French project and I was working in global French pool so whatever was spillover work from her project, we us d to get it. I was always free due to my exceptional (?) speed ( read translating similar stuff) and I started handling most of her spillover work. We used to ping each other on office communicator. I used to call her mam. But somehow one day I typed her as maa. Oops I thought. But she took it playfully. In fact she loved it so much that she coined the term "beti" for me. And that's how our relationship went on. I wondered if my maa was just 2-3 years older than me and just joking around with maa- beti stuff. Maybe mocking me. But that was not the case. One fine day she came to meet me at my desk. A soft "beti" call and a warm bear hug, she was way into my heart.
Most of the colleagues or "friends" fizzle off after we leave that office. But maa and toli were exceptions to this. I was at my lowest best and it were these two who brought me back. Especially maa. For this maa, I am truly indebted to you. And especially when your whole world had become upside down as well. You are gutsy and you didn't run away. Neither did you blame. I have a lot to learn from you but at the moment I can just say. Thanks for being with me, for me and next to me.
I never shared close bond with my sister. With mother its a different story. We fight like alley cats but we laugh together and cry together. It's like we share our life together. But that's a different story and surely requires a separate post.
I met "maa" as I call her in my old office. She was team lead of a French project and I was working in global French pool so whatever was spillover work from her project, we us d to get it. I was always free due to my exceptional (?) speed ( read translating similar stuff) and I started handling most of her spillover work. We used to ping each other on office communicator. I used to call her mam. But somehow one day I typed her as maa. Oops I thought. But she took it playfully. In fact she loved it so much that she coined the term "beti" for me. And that's how our relationship went on. I wondered if my maa was just 2-3 years older than me and just joking around with maa- beti stuff. Maybe mocking me. But that was not the case. One fine day she came to meet me at my desk. A soft "beti" call and a warm bear hug, she was way into my heart.
Most of the colleagues or "friends" fizzle off after we leave that office. But maa and toli were exceptions to this. I was at my lowest best and it were these two who brought me back. Especially maa. For this maa, I am truly indebted to you. And especially when your whole world had become upside down as well. You are gutsy and you didn't run away. Neither did you blame. I have a lot to learn from you but at the moment I can just say. Thanks for being with me, for me and next to me.
