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DEAREST KRISHN

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 👵

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