2 weeks ago, was the day when a part of me had to depart. She stood there and I felt to admire this beautiful fiery machine for one last time as she finds a new home. Bidding farewell to her was a challenge, I stood there in silence, thinking about the "thud" "thud" loud sound it made , the pully levers coordinated with the manual pull my dad did it at times , the blade ascending from the left to right with all tightening done effectively was a treat to watch. In a blink of eye, there were enormous memories with emotions. She has been a strength for dad's business in the most toughest times. To see her leave our premises forever was the most saddest moment, yet happy that with a hope she goes to the new place and makes some noise with her unmatched perfection and efficiency.
Magnificently green and silver tinted rods, sharp blades , 10 ft. tall and 39 inch wide weighing a ton is the Cutting Machine. The paper cutting machine entered dad's business in the early 90s and has been a source for bread for our family. I had those memories to jump on this machine which would have a perfection in its finishing. Dad would spend hours working hard, his sweat droplets on forehead would clearly symbolize his efficiency and thinking capability to cut the papers in the most effective way with minimal wastage.
For she had played the vital role for feeding our stomachs
For she had played the vital role for manufacturing notes
For she had played the vital role for being our treasure
For she had played the vital role for gaining knowledge
For she had played the vital role for bringing prosperity
She will always be dearly missed !!!
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