He was a humble young man, working day and night to support his physically challenged mother. He was so excited to take that vacation, up to a cozy chalet in the mountains...
Even now when I'm cleaning the house I come across his cricket bat or books.
Every small thing in the house from pin to piano reminds me that
my husband and son are no longer with me.
He loved to make his own dosas and share them with us. Now,
whenever we have dosas together – he will be in front of us,
in spirit. He is in our memories.