November 14. 2pm. “Button, I was speaking with my sister in Kolkata this afternoon when a flood of memories came crashing back.”

“Like what?

“I have mentioned earlier how we were as poor as church mice with my father earning a paltry salary of around Rs 500-Rs 600 per month and desperately trying to make ends meet.”

“But what were you reminded of?”

“About the news which my sister gave me which is that my mother now draws a pension of Rs 6000!”

“Which means that she is drawing a pension which is one hundred times more than the salary your father earned!”

“Correct.”

“That’s great news. I am so happy for her. Is she happy?”

“Must be. She is also one lady who deserves all the happiness in the world. She actually lived a very tough life.”