On Friday, while having my dinner, I saw a mother wiping her sleeping child’s hands. I missed you then, mom. She was so oblivious to everyone around her. To her, only her son existed.
I could not finish my dinner. Walked out with a heavy stomach and a heavier heart. I missed you then, mom. I miss you now.
I miss you so much that I don’t want to call you.
3 comments:
Same here... have been there a few times... i completely understand... apunka chintu...
Same here... have been there a few times... i completely understand... apunka chintu...
very heavy da..
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