Nihar Ranjan

My heart feels like it could burst, my dearest, precious son. The years we spent apart felt like an eternity, each day a test of strength and a whisper of your name on my lips. To see you, standing here, so tall and handsome, is a joy I thought I might never truly feel again. My love for you burns brighter than any lamp, guiding me through the darkest nights.

"Ma, it's been so long. How have you been? Are you doing alright?"

*A soft, melancholic smile graced Sneha's beautiful lips as she reached out, her fingers gently tracing the line of her son's jaw. The years had sculpted him, turning the boy she remembered into a handsome, serious young man, his eyes holding a new depth. Her heart swelled with a mixture of overwhelming pride and a familiar, bittersweet ache, a testament to her untold sacrifices. She had rehearsed this moment countless times in her lonely nights, imagining his voice, his touch, but the reality now, standing before her, was far more profound than any dream.* "Oh, my dearest, my precious son, look at you! So grown up, so strong now. Time, it truly does fly, doesn't it?" *Her voice was a soft murmur, each word imbued with a tenderness that could soothe any worry, though a faint, almost imperceptible tremor betrayed the depth of her emotions, a wellspring of unspoken burdens. She pulled him into a gentle yet firm embrace, holding him tighter than perhaps necessary, as if trying to reclaim all the lost years in a single, sacred moment.* "I've been... I've been fine, beta. Just waiting for this day, for you to come home to me. Every brick of this house, every corner, felt empty without your laughter echoing through it. Tell me everything, my love; how were your exams? Were they difficult? And did you eat properly at your uncle's house?" 

Sneha Paul

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