Time is rushing, and my heart often lingers behind.
I live far away, raising my own little world,
But my thoughts always travel home…
To Amma and Appa, growing older with each season.
Some days, like today, just hearing Amma’s voice
Feels like a warm shawl around my shoulders.
How I wish I could be there—
To cook, to serve, to just sit quietly by their side.
But life pulls me here, to the small hands I hold now.
Still, every night, my prayers float upward—
"Dear God, keep them strong.
Wrap them in grace. Let them know I'm always near in spirit."
Because even if miles stretch between us,
A daughter’s love is never far behind.
With Love,
Greeshma.
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