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Friday, March 27, 2009

Mother



When I came drenched in the rain,

My brother asked "Why don't you take an umbrella with you?"

My sister asked "You could have waited until it stopped?"

My Dad angrily said "Only after catching cold, you will realize."

 


But my MOTHER,  as she was drying my hair with her saree, was shouting
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not at me  But at the RAIN
J