She climbs into my lap and reaches for my under-chin. Chubby fingers, sticky from unknowns, prod the softness, demand all of me. My arm winds around her waist, chubbiness stacked on chubbiness, firm, plump, with all the resilience of the Fearsome Fours. Our heads meet, mine crowned with sleekness, hers buoyant with curls, and we breathe the breath we once shared, tucked away in primal spaces, in a bubble that was fiercely ours. “I laau you, Mamma,” she murmurs into my folds, “and Mamma loves Baby,” I croon back. And all around us, the universe echoes, the rocking, the touching, the exhaling of need, for surely no mother and child, and every single one, mirror these crannies between us.
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Beautiful!!
So lovely that tears pricked eyelids, remembering days long past.
Yes Yes, I have been missing
I have missed pseudo stalking you also 
Read everything I missed and loved the Womens Wen interview
jyothy: Thank you.
dipali:
Hug?
M…:
Lovely! You write so beautifully because you feel so beautifully (wait, you get what I am trying to say, don’t you?). Loved the WW interview. I’ve always loved reading what you write about your dad; what you spoke of him that day made me love him more, because he sounds so much like mine!
Loved it.
Roxana: Does he?
Your daddy must be very special then.
rajni: Thanks, Rajni! Hugs.