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2293: Barely a machine

 Since my childhood, I have maintained a strong Public Relations (PR) network, an achievement made impressive by growing up in an era devoid of social media. With age, the length, breadth, and most importantly the depth of this network continued to increase. I am confident that even today, if I were to knock on any door, I would not be turned away. As my friends often tell me, "We know the 'original you,' so nothing else matters."

As I've mentioned in earlier posts, I deeply appreciate the concept of the Bell Curve. Today, we, my friends and I, feel we are collectively at the peak of that curve. We believe we have achieved multiple milestones, placing a decisive "tick mark" in front of every goal we set.

Recently, one of my closest friends unexpectedly shared a deeply personal narrative with me I still don't know why she chose to open up. She is blessed with three children: the first was a single birth, and the second time brought double the celebration with twins. Two boys and a girl, all of them are now grown-up, working professionals, with one still pursuing research studies.

Her core confession was this: when her children were born, she was technically never able to feed them, despite various attempts and experiments. They thrived on outside sustenance. Following this phase, she became more than a full-time working professional and was rarely around her kids; they largely managed themselves and grew up independently.

Now, having reached that age-peak, the center of the Bell Curve, she feels the complete slope in the downward direction. There are no complaints, but her children have either stopped or significantly reduced communication, confining it to mere "hi" or "hello."

Perhaps the generation gap is too vast, or their professional situations are too demanding. Or, maybe the old saying holds true: "Mothers who fed their kids will get that respect; ultimately, it's give and take."

She accepted the fact with quiet grace, describing herself as "barely a machine" through which three new lives came into this world. That is where her contribution ended.

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