An old acquaintance of mine, who went to college with me, told me that she had been asked by a woman in her late twenties to help her husband get a new job.

I am not sure that I would have been happy if I had gone along, but I was happy to help.

My mother, who was then in her 50s, had a life story that I could relate to.

I had a friend who went out to Mumbai with her father when she was just 11 years old.

It was her father who got her a job, she said.

I remember my mother being really upset, because she was told by her father that she would not get a job at all if she did not take the family’s business to her father.

I was lucky enough to be able to get a part-time job at my uncle’s grocery store.

My parents were always in debt and my father was unable to pay the bills.

The family could not live on their own, so my mother went to live with her uncle and then with my aunt.

My uncle and aunt had a house in a poor neighbourhood and the whole neighbourhood had to buy food.

When the landlord was coming into the property to sell the land, he had to wait until the family was back in the city.

I grew up with the expectation that my mother would go back to work after working part- time for them.

I used to joke that if I went to work at my aunt’s place, my mother and uncle would ask me what job I had.

My sister’s sister, who grew up in the same neighbourhood as my mother, was also working part time for her uncle, her uncle.

She also told my mother about how she had to work, because her father was ill.

When I was younger, I used that opportunity to ask my friends and classmates what jobs they had.

Some of them, I would say, are still working, others don’t work at all.

In the past, my friends used to call me when they got a job in an office, but in the past six months, they have stopped calling me.

I have been calling them to let them know that I have not got any job.

They used to tell me that it was because of my mother’s work.

My friends used not to tell my mother because she had always been busy.

They always told her that they were working for themselves and their family.

In a recent article in the Times of India, my friend said that he and his friends used the term ‘job’ to describe their job.

But in reality, they are working in small and medium enterprises.

My friend’s mother used to say that she used to take her children out to the market.

My brother and sister used to work in the garment industry and had to travel a lot to get to their jobs.

My sisters sister had a very bad case of tuberculosis and used to suffer from chronic fatigue.

My brothers mother used a lot of her savings to pay for medicines for her son and her daughter.

But she used a much better and better treatment for her child, who suffered from a lot.

When my family was in financial difficulty, I worked in a small shop.

But now, it is very difficult to pay our rent.

My family’s finances were very precarious because my mother was getting sick.

They were worried that if my mother were to get sick, I was not going to be around to help them.

My grandmother used to send money to my mother for her medicines and she used that money to pay off my mother.

My grandparents used to help me when my mother used not enough money for her medicine.

My grandfather was very poor and used a very big loan for her medical expenses.

My aunt used to spend money to help my mother pay for medicine.

I can’t understand why my mother is not able to afford her own medicine.

The old friend said she used the word ‘job’.

My friend said her mother used the phrase ‘job’, but she used it to describe her job.

If I were a young woman in my late 20s, I might say ‘job-job-a-day’.

But now that I am older, I am saying, ‘job, job, job-job’.

What do you think about these terms?

Is there any truth in the old adage, ‘Work harder and you will get better’?