Perfect Friends : ( Part 1 )

May God be good enough to let go of all the excessive burden that he has gifted to my poor mother as well as my most precious second mother in the form of my only pretty bhabhi ma. I salute these two brave warriors as they are the same as if best friends from some lost generation who have become one again in yet another form known as strength.

I have felt the kind of crazy stuff they keep doing in the morning and even in the middle of the night. There is no such phrase as " rest " in their dictionary as I can only think of only one phrase at this moment and that would be enough to explain all the things and now for that fishy phrase out of their dictionary and that would be ' to keep on working no matter whatever happens.

This is not the right age for both the ladies to take everything in their stride as I want them to take a break from this daily life as there are things that they should be enjoying at this time. Like, watching tons of movies, listening to 90s sadabhar games, and just chilling.

Life is not about another 100 years or so. So do what can be done and leave the heavy work. I am well aware that there are certain limits that no matter what happens I can not overlap over them or do work beyond it as life is about simplifying things rather than going all out and there is no one who can stop them until they feel this from within their skins.

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