Sunday, 11 May 2014
She got ready in a black saree as insisted by her daughter .
Though unaware of the occasion she knew something special was waiting for her when the car arrived just in time and dropped her at the famous conference hall of the city .
Received by a smiling girl who took her to a specially reserved seat in the front row .
Still unclear of the occasion she waited eagerly for her daughter to appear who did join in after few minutes as promised over phone .
But the real surprise came when her daughter’s book got released that evening with few words inscribed on the second page “Dedicated to my Mom” .
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