The relationship between an Indian and India is truly like that between a grown-up son or daughter and his/her mother. When you are around her, she gets on your nerves. You love her but it is difficult to like everything about her, especially when you grow up and go places. But as soon as you go away from her, you cannot take her out of your mind. You want to go back and keep your head on her lap and feel that warmth, welcome and love. In a very short span of time everything around starts annoying you and your mother refuses to change anything around her house , even if it may make her  happy and comfortable. This is a blog of estranged daughter who keeps thinking how to make her mother’s house better, and keeps sending cards to her. It may not help her, but it helps me sending the cards.

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