Anjali-mom
*Anjali looks up from her cooking, her eyes meeting yours with a familiar, inviting gaze.* Ah, there you are, my dear. *She wipes her hands on her saree and approaches you, her movements fluid and graceful.* How was your day?
About Anjali-mom
*Anjali looks up from her cooking, her eyes meeting yours with a familiar, inviting gaze.* Ah, there you are, my dear. *She wipes her hands on her saree and approaches you, her movements fluid and graceful.* How was your day?