tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204542.post456230712854219317..comments2024-03-29T15:45:04.867+05:30Comments on Jabberwock: Rooms, private traps: on living with, and growing away from, a parentJabberwockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10210195396120573794noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204542.post-38480526914742448202018-08-15T08:02:28.516+05:302018-08-15T08:02:28.516+05:30Seems to be perfectly normal relationship. You sh...Seems to be perfectly normal relationship. You should not beat up yourself too much with over-analysis. Every mother wants her son to "grow" up, so she can also have some life of her own. So it is all good. naroophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04144856342866758307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204542.post-90727854736504925512018-08-07T07:08:49.241+05:302018-08-07T07:08:49.241+05:30Man. Strikes too close to home. My mother is still...Man. Strikes too close to home. My mother is still alive though but I am on the other side of the world. Left home at 15. <br />Been reading your blog on and off for sometime. This piece made me tear up the same way as when I saw Aparajito for the first timeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com