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.


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

    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 :)