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Soft light from computer screens fills Sushma’s workspace; she sits focused at her desk while systems run quietly in the background. The room feels calm, organised, and steady. She looks like the picture i submitted not dark skinned no wrinkles, similing fce
Some people stand in the spotlight. Others make sure the spotlight never goes out. Sushma is one of those people, working behind the scenes to keep everything running smoothly.
Inside the bright open-plan office, midday sun pours through windows as Sushma leans toward her monitor, eyebrows furrowed at mismatched numbers highlighted in red. One hand hovers over the keyboard, the other ready to send a chat message.
At work, Sushma noticed something strange. A new feature was about to go live. She tested it once, then twice. "Wait," she said quietly. Something didn't look right. The numbers seemed odd. She tested again. There it was—a small error! "If this goes live, people will get confused," Sushma thought. She immediately sent a message to her team. "We need to fix this first."
Lamplight warms the living-room sofa at dusk; Sushma sits beside Diya no bindi, hands gesturing like a detective presenting clues, both faces animated and smiling. An open tablet showing a frozen game screen rests on the coffee table.
That evening, Diya asked, "Mum, what do you actually do?" Sushma thought carefully. "Remember when your game app stopped working last month?" Diya nodded. "Someone like me finds those problems before they happen." "You're like a detective!" Diya exclaimed. Sushma laughed. "Yes! I look for clues that something might go wrong." "That sounds important," Diya said proudly. Sushma hugged her. "It is, beta."
Sunlight streams into the kitchen afternoon; Diya leans on the island watching Sushma compare a dusty old manual to a sleek laptop. Sticky notes, pens, and a half-eaten apple illustrate years of learning one step at a time.
Years ago, Sushma had used different technology. The old systems were slow and complicated. Now everything was faster and newer. "How did you learn the new way?" Diya wondered. "One step at a time," Sushma explained. "I asked questions. I practiced. I made mistakes and learned from them." "Weren't you scared?" Diya asked. "Sometimes," Sushma admitted. "But I kept trying anyway."
Soft office lighting inside Scrumconnect; Sushma sits at her desk with multiple monitors showing alerts and data while colleagues gather nearby, listening as she explains how she stopped the release. Calm, focused atmosphere with teamwork visible.
Sushma remembered a tense day at Scrumconnect. A big problem was about to reach thousands of users, but she caught it just in time. “My heart was pounding,” she shared during a team discussion. “What happened?” a colleague asked, leaning forward. “I stopped the release,” Sushma said. “We fixed the error first.” “Did anyone notice?” “Some did,” she smiled. “But the real reward was knowing we protected the users.” Her team at Scrumconnect nodded, understanding the quiet importance of her work.
Under soft morning light at the dining table, Sushma scrolls a tutorial on her phone while Diya watches, surprised. A small stack of tech magazines and a notebook filled with fresh questions underline that even grown-ups keep learning.
"Mum, do you know everything about computers?" Diya asked. Sushma shook her head. "No one knows everything, beta." "Really?" "Technology changes constantly. I learn something new every week." Diya looked surprised. "Even grown-ups learn?" "Especially grown-ups," Sushma smiled. "The moment you stop learning, you stop growing." Diya thought about this. "I want to keep learning too." "That's my smart girl," Sushma said warmly.
Late afternoon, golden rays through the study window illuminate Sushma methodically clicking through test cases on a dual-screen setup while Diya sits cross-legged beside her, silently observing. Stopwatch, checklist, and empty snack wrapper show the hours of patience.
Sometimes Sushma's work took a long time. She tested one feature for hours. "Aren't you bored?" Diya asked, watching. "Not really," Sushma replied. "I'm being careful." "Why does it take so long?" "Because rushing causes mistakes. Patience helps me do good work." Diya sat beside her mum. "Can I watch?" "Of course, beta." They sat together quietly. Diya learned that important work needs focus.
In the spare bedroom turned office, overhead lamp glowing, Sushma wears a headset before a laptop showing a grid of colleagues; she points at a shared document. From the doorway, Diya smiles proudly, half-hidden by the frame.
Sushma joined a video call with her team. Diya listened from the doorway. "We found three issues," Sushma reported. "Good catch!" her manager said. "Sushma always spots problems before they become big." The team discussed solutions. Everyone shared ideas. Sushma suggested a careful plan. "Let's test it thoroughly," she said. Her team agreed. Diya felt proud. Her mum was really good at her job!
Warm evening light in a cosy living room; Sushma and Diya sit together on a sofa, talking quietly. Sushma looks calm and reassuring while Diya listens thoughtfully, showing a moment of connection and learning between them.
"Has anything ever broken?" Diya asked. Sushma nodded. "Yes, sometimes systems fail despite our best efforts." "What do you do then?" "Stay calm. Find the problem. Fix it quickly." Diya frowned. "Don't you get upset?" "A little," Sushma admitted. "But getting upset doesn't help. Staying focused does." "You're really brave, Mum," Diya said. Sushma kissed her forehead. "I just keep trying, beta."
Cosy living room setting; Sushma and Diya sit facing each other in conversation, relaxed and smiling. A laptop rests nearby, symbolising work and shared learning, with a warm, supportive mood.
“Do people come to you for help?” Diya asked. “All the time,” Sushma said gently. “And I try to help whenever I can.” “Why?” “Because when you share what you know, everyone grows,” she replied. Diya smiled. “Like Give to Gain?” Sushma laughed softly. “Exactly. When we give support, knowledge, or kindness, we gain strength together.”
Evening in Diya’s bedroom, desk lamp burning; worksheets sprawl across the desk as Diya writes eagerly while Sushma points to a single highlighted problem, illustrating their break-it-down method. Scissors, colored tabs, and a calculator lie nearby.
Diya had a tough school assignment. "I don't understand this!" she complained. Sushma sat beside her. "Remember what I do when something's difficult?" Diya thought. "You break it into small pieces?" "Exactly! Let's try that." Together, they tackled one part at a time. Soon, the project made sense. "Thanks, Mum!" Diya beamed. "You taught me your secret." Sushma hugged her. "Perseverance works everywhere, beta."
Nighttime, moonlight filtering through curtains in the hallway; diya sushma same height. Sushma, the mother wraps her arms around daughter diya, eyes shining up at her mum who smiles gently. Soft shadows and a framed family photo on the wall complete the quiet hero moment.
That night, Diya looked at her mum differently. Sushma wasn't just someone who worked on computers. She was someone who protected people, solved problems, and never stopped learning. "Mum, you're kind of a hero," Diya said quietly. Sushma smiled. "I just do my job carefully, beta." "But that's important," Diya insisted. "You keep the world running smoothly." Sushma pulled her close. "And you inspire me every day."
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