As Baa massaged my toes with olive oil, a couple of hours ago, I thought of the time I had wept at night, in my in-laws' home. Ex in-laws. I would turn away from the man who shared the bed with me, who slept endlessly unaware of the hole inside me. As the chilblains on my toes warmed-up and itched, I would start to miss Mamu and Baa's room and the heater on wintry nights. Such a useless, cry-baby I made out of myself, wasting over immature toes.
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So, here's Baa's baby's toes intact, resting right next to my baby's paws :)
merai laagi gift po raakhdichha afno blog ma ta.
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pakha hai, arko ni, ek dui din ma
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