It was in the winter of Bokaro , Jhumi came to my house . Maa was carrying her in her lap and she was just 15 days old . Milky white and very naughty . papa was not much interested , but we all wanted to have her in and were excited .She has seen all that has happened at our home . Marriage of my elder sister , marriage of my next sister , my marriage , nanhi’s marriage . She even saw losing my mother and then leaving Bokaro for ever .
She has turned 13 and this time when I went to my sisters place, I realized that she has also turned old . Quiet , calm and compose .
Being so naughty , she had unique habbits , asking for keys from visitors , being excited about going in car , but all has changed .
Seems life is more of losing than gaining. Gain is much on the material plane , but lose is on personal level.
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