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Gudia humse roothi rahogi



Dedicated to a friend and some memories.

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Jeemol said…
Thanks a lot Shazia for this gem! It is the birth right of daughters to show their ire to their mothers. And all mothers have this skill, beautifully revealed in this song. Loved it.

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