Mother-Child statue unveiled at Lawley Road junction in Coimbatore city
In observance of Mother's Day, a statue depicting a mother and child, symbolising the bond of motherhood, was unveiled at the roundabout at Lawley Road junction in Coimbatore city on Wednesday. The statue was erected by Rao Hospital.
The unveiling ceremony was attended by District Collector Pavankumar G. Giriyappanavar, Corporation Commissioner M. Sivaguru Prabhakaran, City Police Commissioner A. Saravana Sundar, and representatives of Rao Hospital.
Dr. S.R. Rao, Chairman of Rao Hospital, extended the hospital's appreciation to the Corporation Commissioner, District Collector, and the Highways Department for granting the necessary permissions to install the statue.
'The statue at Thaisai symbolises the enduring and universal bond between a mother and her child. This bond is central to the care we provide at Rao Hospital. We are honoured to contribute to the Coimbatore Smart City initiative and to serve the community,' stated Dr. Asha Rao, Managing Director, Rao Hospital.
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