ARTI SHINDE
Drama
My family
My mom
My dad
My grandmother
My grandfather
My aunt
My uncle
My Aatu
My mam
There are eight family members in a home
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I sat up in the midnight when the night was still, I sat up in the midnight when the night was still,
As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats
Moldy walls and rusted parts, Moldy walls and rusted parts,
He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on par... He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on p...
Poor water runs clean and smooth, Poor water runs clean and smooth,
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother... Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother....
History is a big part for the human race ... History is a big part for the human race ...
It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body
Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes, Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes,
Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding... Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding...
The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary! The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary!
With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment, I emerge str With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment...
Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life... Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life...
The din grows loud, disarray roams The din grows loud, disarray roams
The hair has turned grey The hair has turned grey
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
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