after a terribly busy day at work, and accomplishing hazaar chores on the way home, i reach home a wreck . carrying a dozen odd bags, packages, and papers and feeling completely ennervated, all i want to do iflop on to the bed at home with some chilled nimbupani.
mithi is playing with her friends downstairs when i drive in. one look at me and her face takes on a concerned expression. grabbing some bags from my hands, she asks with a worried expression on her face, "mama, what's wrong? are you upset about something? please tell me." a hug follows. "mama, are you unwell? come, let's go home."
it's great to have a daughter.