Hearing you call me "Naina" was heavenly.
After you leave,
our home will be so empty.
Take care of your health.
Call us as often as you can.
Okay, Naina.
My dear son.
Did I go through all that pain while giving
birth to you, just to see you once a year?
Mom, what is this?
Hey! What have I told you?
Okay, I won't cry.
You're the magic of misty drops of dew
You are the summer sun's painted hue