The Woman in my Mom!
I was cold and lost. She was a powerhouse! How I remember my childhood, our flat on the thirteenth floor… and her, my mom.
I was cold and lost. She was a powerhouse! How I remember my childhood, our flat on the thirteenth floor… and her, my mom.
मैं अक्सर हार जाती हूं
जब वो मुस्कुराता है,
मेरे माथे को सहला कर
मेरी हर भूल भुलाकर
मुझे अपना जताता है,