Baba. Such a lovely work. There are so many sweet memories attached with it. Bachpan mein subah kaam pe jaane se pehle ek saath khana. Raat ko dinner mein saare di n ki baate karna. Apne unnecessary demands unse poori karvana. Mummy ki daat se bachne ka sabse achha rasta. Baba.
Kabhi agar mood kharab ho, achha na laga toh hume hasani ki koshish karte hai. Kabhi kabar humare hi gusse ke shikar hote hai. Kabhi agar opinions mein difference ho toh jhagra bhi hota hai. Par phir bhi papa ke bina hum kuch nahi.
Jab bhi Abir apne baba ki baat karta hai toh har bari jab uske muh se baba nikalta hai toh uske saath nikalti hai uska pyar, uska dukh uski khoyaish, uski mannat. He had lost the valuable time to be spent with parents. His sadness is expressed every time he says Baba.
I hope Ganpati bappa uski saari duya poori kare. Aur abhi toh humare yaha puja ka mausam hai. Ek ke baad ek bhagvan. Saare milke Abir ko uske baba dilado na
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