Short Note on Mother

Short Note on Mother
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When I came drenched in the rain,

My brother told why don't you take an umbrella with you.
My sister said why did not you wait till it stopped.
My Dad angrily said only after getting cold, you will
realize.

But my MOTHER,
as she was drying my hair with her Saree,


was shouting


not at me


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but at the RAIN.