tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706070102558516006.post8914902461570368659..comments2023-10-10T22:07:14.466+05:30Comments on verdura...: And then...Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08621363703875432370noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706070102558516006.post-28933777329926052032010-09-30T13:24:26.309+05:302010-09-30T13:24:26.309+05:30guess its a vicious cycle.. what do you not like a...guess its a vicious cycle.. what do you not like about it? your grand children meeting your fate? or you losing her?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706070102558516006.post-90699219405258793432010-02-25T20:35:09.724+05:302010-02-25T20:35:09.724+05:30working or not, Daughters are always 'appas...working or not, Daughters are always 'appas' girls arnt we? ;) <br />Didnt get the emotion in ur blog. Regreting ur choice or do u feel ur child does not 'appretiate' ur choice to make it her own? I think you should be proud that you have supported her in all ways you could and becuase of that she is capable enough of leading her own independent life and live her independent choicesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706070102558516006.post-69255984511409320882010-02-20T15:32:50.738+05:302010-02-20T15:32:50.738+05:30i agree with 'crumbs'.
but i also thought...i agree with 'crumbs'.<br /><br />but i also thought of innumerable times when i dismissed my mum. *sigh*Amuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01753489604623668792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706070102558516006.post-7482577638963261672010-02-18T22:48:27.221+05:302010-02-18T22:48:27.221+05:30"My daughter got a job and became a career wo..."My daughter got a job and became a career woman. And then she became appa's girl."<br /><br />Good riddance, eh? She's no more fun as a child anyway, so better late than never.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04141312785669639663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706070102558516006.post-25512318881316722932010-02-13T01:18:39.848+05:302010-02-13T01:18:39.848+05:30u know.. i felt as though tht was my mom talking a...u know.. i felt as though tht was my mom talking about me... i feel sad!Matangi Mawleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17668435869587454508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706070102558516006.post-23767915342066585382010-02-09T23:41:14.534+05:302010-02-09T23:41:14.534+05:30Loved this due to its plainness....!Loved this due to its plainness....!Ammuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09290098230091945601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706070102558516006.post-41692130069877480832010-02-08T12:13:56.924+05:302010-02-08T12:13:56.924+05:30hmm...I don't like the clear cut binaries that...hmm...I don't like the clear cut binaries that this creates =/crumbshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17859064028034751891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706070102558516006.post-1550158773911050682010-02-07T19:44:25.222+05:302010-02-07T19:44:25.222+05:30=^_^= well.. channel them!!=^_^= well.. channel them!!Yadu Rajivhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12351005161610295165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706070102558516006.post-16803397113927542862010-02-07T19:26:58.661+05:302010-02-07T19:26:58.661+05:30too many emotions dont help much when you want to ...too many emotions dont help much when you want to write...<br /><br />I wish I dint dread about this<br /><br />I hope this remains just a blog post and not a day of my life...Anamikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08621363703875432370noreply@blogger.com