A Tribute to Unspoken Love- చెప్పలేని ప్రేమకు నివాళి

As I sit down to write this blog, memories flood my mind, and emotions swell within me. It's been exactly one month since I last felt the warmth of my father's touch, one month since I affectionately pampered his shoulder. Little did I know then that it would be our last moment together, our last exchange of love.

Today, my heart is heavy with the weight of his absence, yet it is also filled with the memories of the time we shared.

I remember that day vividly – I gently massaged his tired shoulders. It was a simple gesture, but in that moment, it spoke volumes. It was my way of saying "I love you" without words, a silent exchange of affection that transcended any language barrier.

But now, as I reflect on that memory, there's a bittersweet ache in my heart. There were so many things left unsaid, so many feelings left unexpressed. I always wanted to tell him how much he meant to me, how grateful I was for everything he had done, but somehow, the words never found their way out of my mouth.

Despite the pain of his absence, I find solace in the memories we shared. The laughter, the tears, the countless moments of joy and sorrow – they will forever be etched in my heart. And though he may no longer be by my side, his love continues to surround me like a warm embrace, guiding me through life's ups and downs.

So, here's to you, nanna ....I always LOVE YOU... నీవు వెళ్ళిపోయినా, నిశ్శబ్దంలో ప్రతిధ్వనించే గుండె చప్పుడులో, ప్రతి బీట్ లో , ఐ లవ్ యూ అంటుంది.

With Love

Swetha Vishnuchittan.

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