Dear Vedant,
I wish i could record this voice of yours that rings "Mumma Mumma Mumma" all the time these days. It all started after our trip to Houston. I am not sure what changed except that I was there with you all the time. Papa stayed back in San Jose. It changed right from the flight. You went on and on. It wasn't Anurag, it was just you.
Just want to remember. It ain't amma, and almost everything is Mumma, including a passing car!, and dad too, which annoys him so much.
But to me, it is my world. you are.
love,
Amma.
I wish i could record this voice of yours that rings "Mumma Mumma Mumma" all the time these days. It all started after our trip to Houston. I am not sure what changed except that I was there with you all the time. Papa stayed back in San Jose. It changed right from the flight. You went on and on. It wasn't Anurag, it was just you.
Just want to remember. It ain't amma, and almost everything is Mumma, including a passing car!, and dad too, which annoys him so much.
But to me, it is my world. you are.
love,
Amma.
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