Jul 21, 2024
Idk for whom it is written but I immensely missed my Maa and Dadi while reading it. Especially in the last sentence.
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Written by Ankita Singh
A coconut and flower person (except roses) writing short stories and clicking pictures on her way. I can write yours too, just hmu with an interesting one!
Thank you for sharing this, Ankita. It is so touching.
Playing with hair is such an intimate thing, and the first person we experience it with is our mothers.
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