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Confection :) Do you know how much I love you? I don’t think…. But I won’t blame you. Because I never appreciated the work you do… I never made you believe that I respect you… I never straight to tell you what I like in you… But haven’t you notice when I call you to eat out or allow you to shop…. I know that is very rare. I am asking you that because I wanted to appreciate you. I don’t have any right time for that… We can enjoy the sip of wine when we are at middle of busy work. Busy work should be enjoyed, If not, better don’t be busy. I want to you be peaceful even if you are busy or not. If you are busy and tensed, I prefer you don’t take up responsibility. Oh my love, I can accept your tensed mode. That adds more electricity to my head… When I shouted, it is not my anger at you. It is my outburst due to love’s worry. It is my inability to see my love’s tension. It is pain to see my love’s pain. So, you do what you can enjoy. If you ca...

Hey Happy Mother’s Day!! One memory I have on initial stages of life is her tips on how to write 8. It was my kinder garden days. My teacher started teaching writing numerical. I had real trouble to write 8 with my little finger. I did face major issue to rotate pencil. I did tell her about this. She tried to teach me, she have tried holding my hand and made me write. I don’t remember exactly well what all she did. Finally, after she failed everything, she gave a short cut to write 8 without much rotation to my little finger. She knew that I was good at rotating my finger to write 0. She asked me to draw 2 small zero’s one above other, touching each other.    Success!! Little I produced numerical 8, my own for the first time.  Now, that was something beyond writing 8, one the best life lessons from my Amma.   Happy mother’s day