I hope I can make you proud one day

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I miss you, Baba. I so, so wish I could see the smile on your face again, hear your approaching footsteps before calling out to me, serve you tea in the morning, check if you've had your medicines and go to sleep every night knowing that maa and I are under the shelter of the strongest pillar in the whole world. I hope I can make you proud one day. And I always, always wish you peace and happiness, wherever you are.
Location: Kolkata, West Bengal, India

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