I stood there, motionless, shoulders hunched.
Making quiet sniffing sounds.
My worried mother watched me. She could not recall another time like this.
I slowly turned, tears streaming down my face, she saw the knife in my hand. Panicking, my mother reached out.
Then she noticed the bowl of cut onions on the table.
Your wonderful experience 🙂
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Yes and mother’s confusion too 😊…definately not her fault …even I would react in the same way if I were there in my mother’s place
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lol Wonderful description of the experience
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Thank you Sir.😊
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It’s like that for the first time. Then you get used to. 😊
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Yes I do agree 😊
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Haha, you gave her a few scary moments 😉
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Yes …things happened like that 😊😊😀😀
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Hahaha…. you could even give the readers a shudder with a different heading for this post 😛
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I would definately like to have your suggestion Maniparna Di
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You are always welcome, dear… 🙂
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Please suggest a better title(heading) …I would love to change it
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Holding the Knife Tight… you can use this if you wish… 🙂
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I have changed it as Holding the Knife tight 😊
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