That one midnight lullaby granny used to sing, and I slept before it ceased, Granny left, so did you, with your respective lullabies, lingering in silence of the dark.
I despised you when we were at -5 degree temperature in Manali, with no money at all, but I adore you when ma cooks delicacies, and I can't wait to experience her love mingled with her dishes. You're a blessing to privileged people like me, and curse for the have nots.