My Amma.
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A pure common every day lady. She works as a stenographer in the Railways. Each time she puts her hand on my head I hold it and look at those tiny fingers she has. Those bear the force of my life. The very ones that fed me, nurtured me. Each time se calls me i fell like I am in heaven. My personal GOD. I have been bad, i have driven her over the wall , made her miserable but then she know I love her . I end up troubling all those i love. Its like a measurement of how much I love someone.
posted by Abinomable Non Nutcase @ 11:55 PM
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