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"M" for Mamma..........



Smiles.




Stories.



Lessons.



Comfort.



Companionship.




Togetherness.



Friendship.

You are that small packet that encompasses my universe.

To the "big" girl of my life.

Comments

Amal Bose said…
:)

happy mothers day to all..
Priya Joyce said…
tats such a beautiful post dear.
happy mom's day to all moms
Nikhil Menon said…
awwwwwwwwwwww..... show dis to mamma..??

Love,
Nikhil
Ms.Meduri said…
Happy mother's day to your mom too..!!!
Ria said…
Aww...that was so so cute!! I love my mom. :)
rainboy said…
Happy Mother's DAy :D
Cinderella said…
I love this post!

Happy Mothers Day!
Dhanya said…
Happy Mommy's Day :) Hope you had a great day with ur mom..
Thousif Raza said…
it was a beautiful compilation mehek.... great thoughts yaar :)... loved em :)


take care and keep writing............
ANWESA said…
@All,
Thank you for the wishes !
Me-Era* said…
very nice collection of words...and so apt!! :) :)
Anwesa said…
@ Meera,

Thanks !

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