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A Visit To Umapathy Street - Golu (Day 8)

 Hi! Today I went to my grandparents' house. I'm still there! Their golu was bigger than everything! For the park they had kept all of my mother's old toys and prizes. My thatha got the cycle ready for tomorrow's Ayuda Pooja. Shripradhaa did nothing but swinged all day on the bamboo swing. And you know something, my thatha kept the same Tin Tin! Happy Navratri!!🙏🙏

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  1. T.SrinivasanOctober 24, 2020 at 4:05 PM

    Superb Shriyandhaa 🎉🎉

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  2. T.SrinivasanOctober 24, 2020 at 7:23 PM

    I can feel your enjoyment in your grand parents house.you have given a message too that old toys of babies becomes a memorable park in Golu if you preserve it.Really a good write about.iam also happy that your little sister enjoyed swinging.
    From Pushpa patti

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  3. SubhashreeOctober 25, 2020 at 12:52 PM

    Wow...wow..Shri ...you brought your Patti's house golu in front of our eyes...great...keep writing...

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