Sindhora...
Your memories envelop me like a warm, cherished quilt, each thread a vivid reminder of your existence. Daydreams often become my companions, gently weaving stories in the stillness around me. Time races ahead with an unyielding pace, leaving me to ponder whether the vows you made truly hold weight—those declarations of love and steadfast devotion you promised to honor.
With a quivering hand, I reach for yours, your gaze providing...