In my life, I am guided by the principles I learned from her. I never take things for granted, focus on happiness, and maximize my time with my own family. Since her passing, I have often wondered how she is, and I still miss her endlessly. I hoped to at least dream of her because I miss her so much. While I was in TP during my time as a trainer, I received an opportunity to be promoted to assistant call center manager, an opportunity I didn’t take for granted. That night, I had a dream. Upon entering the office, I saw my Inang with her arms wide open. She hugged me and congrat- ulated me on my promotion. When I woke up, tears were falling from my cheeks because I knew she had always been there, guiding me and watching over me. I have been in TP for 17 years and have moved up to a couple more po- sitions. Throughout all my work and life experiences, I have lived with the lessons I learned from my Inang , my mother, my heart. This is my “thank you” to my Inang and to all mothers, fathers, and parents out there: live life without regrets, cherish the moments, and value the time we have, all of which are limited and borrowed. Be happy.
Rupam Bindra TP in India
The promise that shaped my destiny: my mother, my strength
Some love stories are written in poetry, some in grand gestures, but mine is written in the silent sacrifices of a woman who shaped my very existence: “My mother.” She is not just the reason for my life; she is the reason for my strength, independence, and success. If I have reached anywhere in life, it is because she stood like an un- shakable pillar behind me, making sure I never faced the struggles she once endured. A mother’s silent promise The day I was born, not everyone welcomed my arrival. In a society where a girl child was not celebrated, my mother held me in her arms and made a silent promise—a promise that the struggles she faced, I would nev- er have to endure. She made sure I grew up with courage, confidence, and choices. She was my first teacher, my first friend, my safe space. Every single day after school, she would sit with me, listening to my stories—who I talked to, what I learned, what made me happy. In those moments, she was not just being a mother; she was building an unbreakable bond, making sure that no part of my life ever felt unseen. But the greatest gift she gave me was a vision for my own life. And when the time came to fight for it, she did— without hesitation.
The battle for my dreams I still remember the day I got my first job in a BPO. In those days, there was a stigma around women working late-night shifts.
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SOURCE OF INSPIRATION
LETTERS TO MOTHERS
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