Pandulipi

On that day (the day of the mother's death), the children cry silently, but the children forget from tomorrow and start laughing a little every day, and then they forget to sleep, because life is waiting for them all the time. But those people who did not sleep yesterday, today they remember the taste of rice when they eat it, they remember that they do not have it once they wake up in the morning, they remember it while working outside, they remember it when they sit inside the house. He keeps lying like this because he is humble. (One day at a time.)