“Mommy, see I made it,” I came running out of my room. I was just 5 . I had a white paper on one hand and Natraj pencil on the other.
“Momma, see I drew Chachin.”
“Aww, baby!” She, said, feeding me a parle G biscuit and moved back to watching Shanti on Doordarshan.
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