Jigar Da Tukda I come home from work, I greet Kabir with a kiss, then I go to my little man who has just turned one and who has discovered a passion for drawing. I think there are five or six open markers on the carpet in the living room that are staining the fabric. My baby is lying on his stomach and, between one sucking and the other at the colored tip, scribbles a sheet of paper. When he sees me, he pulls himself up enthusiastically and with his hands all completely full of ink, he comes towards me and prints a slobbering kiss on my cheek. "Dadda mumma, dino!" he says, proudly showing me the drawing. My jigar ka tudka! (my piece of heart)
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