Aunts.
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Grandmother’s Love
A garden of love my grandma’s heart, Created magic in kitchen her dextrous hands, The aroma of halwa and its magnetic charm, Brought us to kitchen like bees swarm, With every bite from her gentle hands, Wrapped us in comfort a soothing balm, A sprinkle of love her secret charm, Her sewing machine hummed a…
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Nostalgia
Walking down the memory lane, Only nostalgia remains! A woman called my grandmother, Fondly cooked favourite dishes of mine, The eyes that used to shower love, Are now asleep forever!! Aunts and uncles showered love and beautiful gifts, Carefree time and hush- hush talk were a bliss! Picnic with cousins was a pure fun, Everyone…
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