My wife had an idea that there must be a door, separating the kitchen and the dining room. The work began and the frame was fixed. Yesterday, Vaikha was coming out of the kitchen, with a cup in which Palpada, the layer of milk hardened by keeping in the fridge, with sugar was in her hand. The poor girl stumbled and lost all Palpada. I felt sorry for the kid and anger against my wife.
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