Monday, 14 April 2014

55 on Karma

Dear Amma,

I’m sorry I spoke incessantly with food in my mouth, spat out medicines, refused to sleep and gave you a tennis elbow. What goes around, comes around.

I’m glad that I smothered you with kisses, played hours of peekaboo and read storybooks into wee hours of the morning. What goes around, comes around.


4 comments:

  1. How did you give her tennis elbow, one has to ask?!

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    1. Ha ha. Stephanie, I would insist on being carried around and looking at stuff outside the house to be fed my meals apparently. So that worked out to carrying me around thrice a day, for around 2 years. I have a good reason to believe I was responsible for it :)

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