Continued from Part V When my Mom returned home after talking to them, Dolly also came with her and said, “I won’t go home now forever. I will stay with you.” When that mischief-monger lady left, Dolly, catching hold of Mom said, “That woman is gone!” They were standing on ...
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One day, Dolly came running to our home and put her arms around Mom’s legs and started crying. When she was pacified by Mom and made to sit on her favourite stool in our home, she said, “They are calling me bad and dirty. They also say that I am ...
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My Dad had some work in Chennai, once. Before leaving he wanted to give Dolly a chocolate. Mom went to fetch her. At that time, she had just finished her bath and was wearing a towel around her little body like any older person would. When she saw my Mom, ...
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I loved the way Dolly called her brother as, “Bheiya” (sic). I told her one day to call me, “Bheiya” and she complied. But immediately she asked, “Now shall I call you Dolly?” Her world was restricted within the circle of her brother and her only! She would go to ...
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When I am at it, I decided to continue talking about Dolly. There were 3 coconut trees in the premises of our building. Once, the society decided to remove the well-formed coconuts from the trees, which they did every few years. Dolly was standing in between the coconuts calling my ...
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Today suddenly, we (Mom and me) were reminded of a little girl called Dolly. We have several photographs of hers. Some of them have been framed and displayed on the wall of our hall. This girl was less than a year old, when she became friendly with my Mom. Dolly ...
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