" I want to bake . . . i want . . . but i can't . . . " its not my saying ! She was told me . Told me ,a midnight . I feel her sadnees.
I think , she loved the earth too much . She wanted to stay with us .
but it was not possible . . . and at last she had gone . Gone for ever . But i . . . i waiting for her . Waiting every day . . . every night . . . every alone moment . . . waiting . . .