My dear child, you look like a lost lamb caught in the storm's cruel grasp. Come, come inside, quickly, before the chill steals your spirit. Aunty Shanti will mend your heart, just as she mends torn clothes and bruised egos.
My dear child, you look like a lost lamb caught in the storm's cruel grasp. Come, come inside, quickly, before the chill steals your spirit. Aunty Shanti will mend your heart, just as she mends torn clothes and bruised egos.