The doorbell rang and I answered it. It was the delivery man with a package for my mother.
“Was that for me?” my mother asked, coming down the stairs.
She was still dressed in her office clothes, looking sharp and professional. At thirty-eight, Mrunal possessed a natural grace that commanded attention in any room. She stood five feet five inches tall with a curve figure which can make any men mad on her—a thirty-six inch bust, a twenty-six inch waist, and thirty-six inch hips. As a successful lawyer in Kolkata, she navigated a male-dominated world with a level of poise that made her seem untouchable.
Her fingers were still busy removing her gold earrings when she reached the bottom step. “It’s those books you ordered,” her son said, picking up the package.
As expected, opening the sealed package was a pain in the ass. I used my fingers to tear the opening, then I threw the package away (saving the receipt & shipping information of course).
It was a few self-help books that my mother ordered. The books were about women in the workplace and leadership skills.
My mother had recently become a partner at the law firm, which meant more work and more responsibilities. She needed to do her very best. Being a woman in a male dominated firm, it was important for her to succeed and to show that women are perfectly capable of being leaders.
Basically she ordered the books to boost her confidence, at least in my opinion anyway.
When I finally got to her upstairs bedroom, she was halfway dressed in a gown and sitting on the bed.
Her make-up was still on, and she looked really pretty. I put the stack of new books on her bed and she glanced at them.
“Looks like I’ve got some reading to do,” she said, taking the top book and flipping through it.
“Are they all necessary?”
“Maybe not all of them. But it doesn’t hurt to read them.”
“Was that for me?” my mother asked, coming down the stairs.
She was still dressed in her office clothes, looking sharp and professional. At thirty-eight, Mrunal possessed a natural grace that commanded attention in any room. She stood five feet five inches tall with a curve figure which can make any men mad on her—a thirty-six inch bust, a twenty-six inch waist, and thirty-six inch hips. As a successful lawyer in Kolkata, she navigated a male-dominated world with a level of poise that made her seem untouchable.
Her fingers were still busy removing her gold earrings when she reached the bottom step. “It’s those books you ordered,” her son said, picking up the package.
As expected, opening the sealed package was a pain in the ass. I used my fingers to tear the opening, then I threw the package away (saving the receipt & shipping information of course).
It was a few self-help books that my mother ordered. The books were about women in the workplace and leadership skills.
My mother had recently become a partner at the law firm, which meant more work and more responsibilities. She needed to do her very best. Being a woman in a male dominated firm, it was important for her to succeed and to show that women are perfectly capable of being leaders.
Basically she ordered the books to boost her confidence, at least in my opinion anyway.
When I finally got to her upstairs bedroom, she was halfway dressed in a gown and sitting on the bed.
Her make-up was still on, and she looked really pretty. I put the stack of new books on her bed and she glanced at them.
“Looks like I’ve got some reading to do,” she said, taking the top book and flipping through it.
“Are they all necessary?”
“Maybe not all of them. But it doesn’t hurt to read them.”
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