Mom, when she was in Delhi as a child till marriage, would always travel in a car. We got ready to go to the hospital 3 hours before time because we had to go in a car. We always take Mom in a car or cab, while going to faraway ...
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Dolly’s birthday was nearing. But Salma’s grandfather’s problem was increasing. We were in jeopardy where to go – for Dolly’s birthday or to the hospital. This is because the doctors in the hospital would speak between each other in English and would not reveal the real situation to the family. ...
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One fine day, Dolly visited our home. As usual, we had placed important things out of reach of her and were alert regarding her visit. The moment Dolly greeted us formally as usual and was about to settle down to play, Ronak entered our home asking, “Dolly is here?” Then ...
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On one of the days Dolly visited us, Mom was busy. Dolly had to be kept engaged with something, otherwise she would get angry. Thus I took her to the balcony and was talking to her. I showed her a crow and said, “Kauva dekho.” She replied, “Kovva meri behen ...
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Dolly had my sister’s camera, which did not have a roll in it. My sister had removed the roll and had kept it aside to give it for development. Dolly had picked it up and had come to the balcony with her Mummy Aunty to play. She was not able ...
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The Brahmin lady brought food at 1.30 PM. My sister and I slept well. But my Mom had to attend to phone calls and door bells. She just relaxed and decided to sleep at night only. At 2.00 PM Salma came and said with tears in her eyes, “The doctors ...
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After we returned home early in the morning, the kids did not see us. Mom and I have respiratory problems, so a poor Brahmin woman used to work in our home. She came at 7.30 in the morning and gave us one instant coffee. Then she cleaned up the place. ...
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“Mummy Aunty, Mummy Aunty,” called the kids from below. Right then Salma (name changed) was there with Mom. This girl is the first child that Mom brought up before we were even born. Salma’s maternal grandfather, who lived with her and her mother, was admitted since the last 15 days ...
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A couple of days before Janmashtami once, Dolly’s grandmother called, “Hey, Mummy Aunty, come down.” When Mom went to the ground floor to see what happened, she saw Dolly eating butter. There was so much butter on her face and hands that her grandmother said, “Your Dolly is stealing butter ...
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One day the 2 kids were playing a lot of mischief at our home. Suddenly, Mom, who had her back to them, turned and called them, “Dholak Ronie (Sic).” They looked at each other and giggled. Then they went back to their mischief. Another day, Mom had made some sweet ...
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