Those long tiring days, those early wake up calls,
cutting, chopping, cooking in the battleground kitchen where time has declared a war.
Always amongst elite group of passengers, catching the bus on last boarding call :)
Back to war front kitchen after hectic office hours,
where lentils and greens await an assault.
And just when you think the battle is won, late night sitcoms come heavily armed.
After years of hard work the day has finally come,
when you say goodbye to BEL, your accomplice in this marathon run.
Could I understand how you must feel, millions of things, coming back, all at once,
memories flashing through your mind, your first day, your first boss, your first meal,
your first friend, your first task and all else that seemingly you forgot.
As you step out for the last time and swipe your card, with many a friends, with many a celebrations,
you leave your sweat, you leave a piece of your heart.
And here, now, after 38 years, I see the sacrifices, I see the love, I see my mother, I'm proud of.
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