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There is an old lady who comes to clean our office everyday
morning. The white hair, fair skin, cute smile, small rounded face, all
arranged proportionately on a short and lean body make her a beauty of her age.
She is responsible for cleaning the faculty rooms and hence, she is close to
the stalwarts in the office. I ensure that I talk to her irrespective of how
busy I’m with work. During such short chit-chats, she even shares some of her
life stories, which leave a new generation like me dumbstruck.
These days, she has developed a swollen finger on her right
hand. Despite showing the doctor, which she claimed to be a waste of money, the
finger stays swollen. With a sad face, she came to me inquiring a way to get
rid of the swelling. All I could think of was a home-remedy of applying oils.
She felt the idea appealing and came back with a handful of oil.
I helped her by massaging the fingers with oil for some time
and she left. Next day, when I was back at the seat, she was again at my seat
asking me to massage the fingers like I did earlier. As the exercise continues,
I realize she enjoys the care she receives than the hope of her finger getting
healed. Every time, she leaves my seat with a happy smile, I remember, ‘Our time
is the best gift we can give someone we care.’
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