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Duties are Duties !

A woman's life, start from beginning rolls around Duties. A man , while exaggerates his duties at work place, back at home even for a glass of water he is dependent on a woman. Often it is noticed that duties of a minister, officer, teacher and alike are exaggerated. While it is a woman who for 24 hours performs her duties without even recognition. Many a times its just a DUTY for her and not always her heartfelt job.

Yes, that's true, when a woman is a daughter-in-law , a wife , a mother, a caretaker for someone, she knows she is performing her duties. Its not that she always feel great to do such things. And who's there to tell her, that Great Job Done ! Duties well performed ! You deserve an award! and that, We are grateful to have you !

No its not being hypothetical ! It is called Recognition. How many times in a day, week or month you recognize that woman of your house is performing her duties. Her duties are of same importance that of the duties of a Minister or Officer. Because of a well-managed family these men are able to work at their work-place.


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