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Mumma 🀍✨

 - From All the Children Living Far         Away
-  To All the Mom Out There Or In     Heaven


We Were Stupid, 
We Were Unable To Understand Your Unconditional Love And Care Towards Us, Until We Started Craving Those Little Moments.
Where you were there at all times,
When we got home from school, 
the first thing we said
Mumma, where are you?
A minor wound: mumma
Dad reprimands mum
Requesting permission: mom
You were, are, and always will be the strongest Rock, firmly in front of us.
We are aware that every time we have been injured, 
you have felt it considerably more.
Certainly the centre of the family is you.
No one can comprehend the depth of your affection.

It is far beyond defining, 
it defies all explanation.
And it remains a secret,
Unquestionably you're the mystery of creation

For your  endless, unconditional and enduring love.

We will be forever grateful  πŸ’•

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    1. Ohhh well written?

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    2. I know you are a kartikeya yadav of LPs

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  2. Great as always ❣️❣️ , glad to see you back

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  3. Welldone
    Mother's love knows no bounds❤️

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  4. Great work aadrika......i really appreciate you😍😍😍

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  5. πŸ”₯ great as always

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  6. GoodπŸ’―

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  7. Very nice heart touch ing

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  8. Very nice heart toching

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  9. Beautifully Expressed πŸ’•πŸ’•

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  10. Stupendous expression!

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  11. Heart warmingπŸ˜πŸ’―πŸ’―

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  12. Love your blogs, you write unconditionally. It's absolutely amazing

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