Stories By Satya krishna
My mother
- Author Satya krishna
I cannot remember my mother, only sometime in the midst of my play a tune seems to hover over my playthings, the tume of some song that she used to hum while rocking my cradle.
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I cannot remember my mother, only sometime in the midst of my play a tune seems to hover over my playthings, the tume of some song that she used to hum while rocking my cradle.