tingu babaaaa pingu babaaa....Chickoo babaaaa pickoo babaaa....thats what she sings for Om.
I was told by my aunts and granny that I had been a very caring sis, always watching over my bro. And now here, I see my daughter doing it for my son. Ahana had been a doll from the time she was born. The youunger one seems to be the total opposite. Always wants to be carried around and played with. Refuses to be sleeping in one place. The moment he starts crying, one can hear rhymes...being sung by Ahana. She really tries hard to make him stop crying. And then she questions, why mamma, this brother always cries!!
I was told by my aunts and granny that I had been a very caring sis, always watching over my bro. And now here, I see my daughter doing it for my son. Ahana had been a doll from the time she was born. The youunger one seems to be the total opposite. Always wants to be carried around and played with. Refuses to be sleeping in one place. The moment he starts crying, one can hear rhymes...being sung by Ahana. She really tries hard to make him stop crying. And then she questions, why mamma, this brother always cries!!
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