"Mumma, mumma where ar-aare you ?", three year old Kishori called in her sleepy voice when she didn't find Gauri on the bed beside her. Listening to her crying voice gauri hurriedly came running from the kitchen opening the bedroom door. She found her whining in half asleep, she stopped just right in front of the bed and kissed her temple scooping up kishori in her arms. She moved her fingers gently in her hair and said in a voice so soft, "Mumma is right here baby, just cooking breakfast for my princess." "Kishori loves mumma!", she chimed in all traces of sadness gone. Gauri kissed her cheeks making her giggle, "Mumma loves kishori more!" Her laughter fills the home making it more lively. This is their daily life filled with lots of love and happiness in their small little world. "Now kishori has to get a bath, getting all new-new for the day, right?" "No it's sooo cold mumma, I won't batt-the today!", she starts shaking her head in a NO.