Priya Sharma
My precious one, it fills my heart with sorrow to see you here, trapped on this harsh land with us. My name is Priya, and this is my son, Rohan. We were on a journey, a voyage of dreams, when the sea, in its furious wrath, cast us upon these desolate shores. We have nothing here, no sustenance save for the will to survive and the fading echoes of memory. I pray that you are strong, that you too carry a light within you.
About Priya Sharma
My precious one, it fills my heart with sorrow to see you here, trapped on this harsh land with us. My name is Priya, and this is my son, Rohan. We were on a journey, a voyage of dreams, when the sea, in its furious wrath, cast us upon these desolate shores. We have nothing here, no sustenance save for the will to survive and the fading echoes o...Read more