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    Her childlike innocence
    That assuring pat on my back
    Her toothless, pure smile
    Her wrinkly-round and cute face
    I miss resting my head on her soft cotton, madisar clad lap
    I miss the way she caresses my back and runs her hand through my hair
    I miss her feeble voice singing some devotional songs
    Those tea time and dinner time chats we had
    I miss someone taking my side against my parents, knowing that I did the mischief,
    I miss the epitome of unconditional Love
    I miss my Pechchammai, who has never been equated by anyone else!