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There is no better gift than the gift of words. A perfect mother's day gift by a writer - a book celebrating her.

Here's to the real heroes in our lives - Mothers!

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  1. rupam sarmaMay 8, 2016 at 10:53 AM

    Great

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  2. Dirt of a free mindMay 8, 2016 at 11:09 AM

    Good one.

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  3. ShaiviMay 8, 2016 at 12:08 PM

    Any form of appreciation, whether book, poem or just honest words from the heart is the best gift we can give our moms. Happy Mother's Day!

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  4. shraddha singhMay 8, 2016 at 1:40 PM

    Really nice. Though i had to read it twice to understand it correctly.

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  5. Devilish AngelMay 9, 2016 at 12:20 AM

    Good :)

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  6. Swati BatraMay 9, 2016 at 12:32 AM

    Mothers are the hero, love and regards to them

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  7. Amit AgarwalMay 9, 2016 at 1:53 AM

    Very nice!

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  8. Tina AcharyaMay 9, 2016 at 2:43 AM

    Lovely

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  9. UnknownMay 9, 2016 at 3:05 AM

    Very thoughtful of you!

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  10. ManiparnaMay 9, 2016 at 7:01 AM

    awww...beautiful thought.... :-)

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  11. JiggyasaMay 9, 2016 at 8:33 AM

    so true. Mothers deserve all the love in this world. Any amount of appreciation can never do the right justice to match her unconditional love for us.

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  12. UnknownMay 9, 2016 at 9:18 AM

    Beautiful!!!!!

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  13. UppalMay 9, 2016 at 10:38 AM

    Love it!

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  14. SriviMay 9, 2016 at 10:55 AM

    Lovely!

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  15. Ranjana's craft blogMay 9, 2016 at 11:51 AM

    True they are the real heroes!

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  16. Lady FiMay 9, 2016 at 1:52 PM

    Here's to all the mothers in all forms everywhere! Nicely written.

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  17. AnanyaMay 9, 2016 at 5:25 PM

    I wish to have a son like that !

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  18. Jyotirmoy SarkarMay 9, 2016 at 9:14 PM

    Fantastic.

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  19. Prasad NpMay 10, 2016 at 5:47 AM

    :) brought a smile....

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  20. AmiMay 10, 2016 at 11:53 AM

    Well captured . Truly my mom is my hero...would not be anywhere without her

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  21. Shoma AbhyankarMay 13, 2016 at 11:57 AM

    nice...

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  22. joshi danielMay 14, 2016 at 8:15 AM

    that is great :)

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  23. iplpredictionMay 16, 2016 at 5:14 AM

    Very impressive article thanks for this post…
    Prediction

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  24. Saru SinghalMay 23, 2016 at 9:58 AM

    @Everyone - Thank you so much for reading.

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  25. Vishal BheerooMay 29, 2016 at 7:49 AM

    Beautiful, simple but effective words:)

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