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With every long hair oil massages and the long tea break on sunday evenings, mother told me the stories that she lived, rich with genres. The ones with her siblings are my favorite, but there are these little stories that she often repeats. some brings a tear or two, and she sips the tea and says what else she could have done other than accepting. Even with the colorful, rich genres of stories, she never had a dream. And everytime it makes me realize how much it means to have a dream. -Gopika Krishna
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Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 11:45 PM UTC
Dream!
With every long hair oil massages and the long tea break on sunday evenings, mother told me the stories that she lived, rich with genres. The ones with her siblings are my favorite, but there are these little stories that she often repeats. some brings a tear or two, and she sips the tea and says what else she could have done other than accepting. Even with the colorful, rich genres of stories, she never had a dream. And everytime it makes me realize how much it means to have a dream. -Gopika Krishna
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29/F/Cochin
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 11:45 PM UTC
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