Walking Alone
A song my mother loved returns on her hundredth birthday, carrying with it a life lived quietly—of faith, family, endurance, and an unspoken understanding that, in the end, we walk alone.
Mother
The Mother and the Daughter
Once, in the bustle of Ashok Nagar, Wardha, near the now-quiet ruins of the old Model High School, lived a woman named Pramila. Born on October 3, 1976, in Gondia, she grew up like many others—wrapped in the routines of daily life, with little warning of what lay ahead. She married Ramesh, a mason with … Read more