GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 298

In the alleys of life. I dance with her, sing with her, O! She, the harvest moon of life! Babbles broken sentences. Her newly grown milk teeth shine! And each broken words spreads the sweet aroma of milk! She harvests the joy from barren life. My little Samvathsara, Tweets & giggles, toddles & leaves The footprints of blessings in Every pages of life. & I realized Laxmi is not a Devi anymore. She is my child! 298