This poem came out of a blog where a mother described her feelings for her unborn child, the way she waited to see him when he was born and they way he is growing now.. It starts when a mother is awaiting her son's birth and ends as the son starts growing up..**** My transcendental connection Who grew ... [full story]
Pinky still remembers with a shudder her encounter with the strange tutor. Last year just after the Pujas her Kaku (uncle)and kakima (aunt) came over to their place as a ritual to pay respect to Dadi. At least that was what Pinky thought in the beginning. Pinky’s kaku was a very jovial man. A little on ... [full story]
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