लोग कहते है किस्मत में सब लिखा होता है, पर मेरी किस्मत तो मम्मी ने खुद मेरा हाथ पकड कर लिख्वयी है! -प्रार्थना चांडक Dear Mumma, There's an ocean of emotions my heart is holding on and I just don't know how do I pour it into this little piece of writing. Spare me if it overflows. Right now when I've sat to write about you, I feel like I'm holding a paintbrush, sitting beside the canvas of sky and I'm helpless because I just cannot paint the sky but fall in love with it for one more time! Every piece of my writing is complete only when I read it to you before everyone, and it gets approved only after I see a smile on your face. Now, writing about you is like an exam to me. You know mumma, you’re a tree and I’m your little leaf. Staying away from you makes me feel like a fallen leaf who cannot be carried even by the wind. Helplessly, it just keeps swirling round and round, around its tree. I haven’t ever craved for any food as much as I crave for you when you’re not around.