“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
I walk to the side the bed. You are wearing your favourite blue hoodie and have pulled the hood over your head. Your face is still and soft in the dim light from the hallway.
“Hi chota,” I say quietly, and lean in to kiss your cheek. Your eyes flutter open with my voice, my touch. Your arms are around me in a nanosecond, squeezing my back, my chest, pulling my face into yours. I inhale you, a mix of soil and air. You hold me so tightly, like I may be a dream and you need to verify my solidity.
“Ma.” Just one word.
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