It is with a heavy heart that I, Aryan, write this tribute to my beloved grandmother, whose presence continues to grace my life despite her passing. As her grandson, I was privileged to witness the depth of her love, the wisdom of her words, the warmth of her embrace and her way of scolding me.
Grandma had a unique way of making everyone feel special. Her home was a sanctuary filled with laughter, stories, and an endless supply of homemade treats. Her garden was a testament to her nurturing spirit, where every flower bloomed under her care, just as she tended to the hearts of those around her.