This is “love” in one of its purest forms for me. 💝
I had a Periya Patti (My grand mother’s elder sister) named Visalam. She used to frequently visit us at our place and stay with us for quite a while right since I was a kid.
When I was a kid, I used to love listening to stories, so every time she visited us, I used to bug her to tell me stories until she got tired. And she used to patiently oblige me every single time. She also used to make some yummy sweets at her place and save a portion for me, to give them to me when she visited us. She loved talking and loved to listen to me babble, even more.
As I grew older, my time with her became extremely restricted – not that she had stopped visiting or someone had prevented us from talking, but my interests had changed. I wanted to stay with…
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