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Gargi goes to Uni!

Gargi goes to Oxford Uni!!

As you head off to Uni this week,
I am fighting mixed feelings.

I know you are ready and eager to go.
Eager to go freewheeling!

Part of me wants you to take the plunge and explore what the brain wants to know.
But the clingy, terrified maternal part — wants to pull you close and not let you go.

You may ache ,you may hit some turbulent waters.
But i am sure you will enjoy the moments of growth and emerge a winning yatcher!

Always remember that you are loved
And that i want the best for you..
Don't hesitate to call us dearest
be it 1am or maybe two!

Spread your wings ,enjoy your life
and be the woman you want to be.
Explore this beautiful world
With a mind that is open and free.
Explore this beautiful world
With a mind that is open and free.
Maneesha Purandare
WGC
5.10..19

Comments

AgileKrish said…
I know that feeling. You got to push them out of your nest.
12 April 2020 at 23:42
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