You,
Kutty, are MY baby. Baby not just in the sense of “infant, offspring” but also
in the sense of “idea, enterprise, project”. I insisted that you be made,
retained and delivered. You are here despite the fact that well-meaning
relatives and an anxious obstetrician recommended against you. You are here
simply because I wanted you.
Shes one lucky girl, Inba! :)
2 comments:
wow!
i've been looking all over blogger for indian mommies. accidently stumbled upon you blog, which is rather a resource of indian mommies blogs.
thanks for the same
Gee! Boo! Thanks for putting up my post here. I wondered how suddenly my blog was getting new visitors and just now found out :)
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