tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-70167731381748473442007-03-15T23:55:00.000+05:302007-03-16T00:03:01.902+05:30<P>My Amma.</P> <P>=========</P> <P> </P> <P>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.</P>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com