I am not sure if anyone can ever be prepared for losing someone forever – someone who cared for you unparalleled.
No one knows exactly when Mavshi (‘Aunt’ in Marathi) was born, perhaps no one cared that she was born, some time in 60s. Mavshi struggled all her childhood for food & shelter – destiny’s hated child. Later, she had to suffer a terrible married life. Yet, she never carried a negative baggage.
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