The agony hasn’t receded a bit. Arihant would have loved playing with his granddad. Poor boy, he’ll never know what he has missed.
Love you, Dad.
Happy the man,and happy he alone, He,who can call today his own; He who,secure within,can say, Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.
The agony hasn’t receded a bit. Arihant would have loved playing with his granddad. Poor boy, he’ll never know what he has missed.
Love you, Dad.
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