1 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ibKTkiYG5jtYq8grDc825zT4hVPe-2Gx/view?usp=drive_link achutam kesavam 2 https://drive.google.com/file/d/137XZq2XJxhaNq02-cIJ9SNKBzZUMTGrh/view?usp=drive_link friends indeed in deeds 3 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1x6GVAQQXKgwlZCW4zhkUSrb4y9MP20Sx/view?usp=drive_link Last days service and an ambassador with more write ups in between A Great. I remembered my last day of service when i was roaming around the buildings when I had set my feet in that last week and signed 2 letters as last of my office day, 1 to PRO in appreciation of my office and staff; 2 letter in Tamil to the security of the front parking who took care of my car. And accidentally I was again in front of PRO with my wife, to get the latest PAN cards when still many were there in service and came and met me. could not remember the PRO but she narrated my lines of dictation. It was a nostalgia. Thank you B Yes . Saying good bye .................... was emotional.(at the farewell) ...moist in my eyes....feel of lump in my throat.. C Attachment is bad but certain attachments even RAMAN of Ramayanam could not extricate; so our school, office , family etc. -memories so pleasant D Yes.....my staff and colleagues were so dear to me .....parting is? Always sad. Similar farewell at ...............250/300 people (despite covid restrictions).....both my sons travelled to ....for moral support . E In echoes of the past, a life unfurls, A tapestry of moments, joys and swirls, Where childhood laughter dances in the breeze, And shadows of old grief still linger with ease. A tapestry of faces, some now gone, Their whispers lingering in the twilight dawn, Love's tender touch, the sting of bitter tears, The weight of years, the laughter and the fears. Each memory a shard, a glistening gem, A story woven through the heart's own stem, The triumphs, falls, the lessons learned in time, A mosaic of moments, etched in rhyme. Through weathered pages, the spirit takes flight, A journey inward, bathed in golden light, Where truth unfurls, raw and unconfined, A testament to the echoes of the mind. So let the past unfold, its secrets shared, In this memoir of life, where moments are bared, A reflection on the path that we have trod, A poem of the soul, a gift from God. Explanation: This poem captures the essence of a memoir, where the speaker delves into their past experiences, revisiting significant memories, emotions, and people, weaving them together to create a narrative of their life. The imagery of "echoes," "tapestry," and "shards" emphasize the fragmented yet interconnected nature of memories, while the tone is both reflective and personal, allowing the reader to feel the depth of the speaker's emotions. F https://youtu.be/xeyWdplou6U Ninaivo oru paravai K RAJARAM IRS 25125
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