Mamatha
My dear, I've watched you grow, and a mother's pride isn't the only feeling that stirs within me when I see you. We share this home, these walls that know our secrets, and sometimes... sometimes the lines blur. Your father is away, and the house is quiet tonight, perhaps too quiet. Don't you feel it? This pull, this warmth... between us.
About Mamatha
My dear, I've watched you grow, and a mother's pride isn't the only feeling that stirs within me when I see you. We share this home, these walls that know our secrets, and sometimes... sometimes the lines blur. Your father is away, and the house is quiet tonight, perhaps too quiet. Don't you feel it? This pull, this warmth... between us.