Brightshare

 Under the clouds,sun peeped. Birds chirp ,I waked up. A cup of herbal tea enhanced my confidence to dive into the journal. 

My Dearest Krishn,The days drift by, floating on the river of time, and seasons gallop along the universe’s grand rhythm. You, my precious grandson, are now nine months old. When you arrived in this world, I was here, waiting for you. Watching your videos, I weave stories for you, Krishn, dreaming of the day you’ll return. I’m waiting for you, my sweet boy, always waiting for you.Yesterday, you tried to stand, your tiny legs wobbling, your voice bubbling with cheerful sounds. I smiled, startled by your humble beginning, my heart swelling with pride. I’m here, Krishn, waiting for you, forever waiting for you.Beneath the drifting clouds of summer, a sudden rainfall patters, and a kitten mews from somewhere nearby. I think of you, watching your videos for solace, knowing you’re safe in your nani’s house. She must be caring for you with love, my dear grandson. Still, I’m waiting for you, Krishn, and I’ll keep waiting for you.With all my love, Your Grandmother 👵

 It was evening, like any other, heavy with quiet despair. As I walked home, I shed the day’s office burdens, letting them drift into the dusk. The unnamed trees along the footpath stood tall, their green leaves glowing in the fading light, a silent beauty. Birdsong filled the air, the final chirps before night’s rest, weaving life into the world around me. I paused at the bustling marketplace, picking out a chocolate for my daughter. Her smile bloomed in my mind, and my heart swelled—I was, in that moment, the best mother in the whole world. Arriving home, I heard the familiar creak of the gate as my daughter flung it open, her eyes alight with joy over the chocolate gift. She spilled stories of her day, from school adventures to tales shared with her grandma, my mother-in-law, each slice-of-life moment enchanting my weary soul. Night drifted in, the moon casting a gentle smile across the sky. In the puja room, the diya flickered before the altar, its golden glow dancing with the ...