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Happiness.

Can you tell I am happy?
Can you?
Can you? :)
(yeah, my mom's visiting me :) )



“My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.”
                                  ―Jodi Picoult.


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  1. Arbind :) yes :) for a few days :)

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  2. and the bond between the mother and daughter is the strongest. enjoy the time with yr mother. Recently I had been to my mom's place and cherished the time with her.

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  3. Beautiful portrait, oozing with elegance and warmth!

    It's aptly said that god made mother because he couldn't be everywhere:)
    Have a great time!

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  4. You and your mom have the same contented smile.. I pray to GOD that ur life should be filled with lots of happiness

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  5. Have fun and such a blissful pic !!

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  6. I can so relate to this! and such an apt post for me! I just reached my mommy's home and enjoyed dali toy and batato upkari. I felt like I died and reached the heaven! Bring me down someone! :) :) :)

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  7. lovely pic:) and her smile... wait, is that a shy smile? There is something to her smile which confuses and makes me wonder what is running in her mind:) you got to meet only now after your cochin visit when you launched in 2 bookstores? Anyway, have fun together:)

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  8. There is such a content look on ur mom's face! U r lucky to have her....have fun!

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  9. Such a calm and radiant smile on your mother's face. Enjoy your time with her. The kids must be thrilled to have the grandmother home :)

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  10. In busy schedule now you got the opportune time to spend with your lovable mother. Have a memorable weekend.

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