31/05/2026
Dear Nanu,
I still can’t believe I am writing this.
You were never my grandfather by relation, but in my heart, you were family. For so many years, you were a constant part of my life. Some of my happiest memories have you in them—my birthdays, evenings spent at home, random conversations, your laughter, and your endless concern for everyone around you.
No matter how old I got, you always asked me the same things: “Kuch khaya?” “Khana khake jaana.” And if I said I wasn’t hungry, you would smile and say, “Achi baat hai, thoda weight kam ho jayega tumhara.” Those little moments seemed so ordinary then, but today they mean everything.
What hurts the most is knowing that the next time I visit, I won’t hear you asking, “Kritika kahan hai?” I won’t walk into your room to say good morning. I won’t see your smile or hear your voice.
I choose to remember you the way you truly were—full of life, strength, warmth, and dignity. The proud Army man with an incredible presence, a kind heart, and a personality that could light up a room.
Thank you for loving me as your own. Thank you for every blessing, every smile, every meal you insisted I have, and every memory you gave me.
A part of my heart will always belong to you.
Goodbye, Nanu.
You will be missed more than words can ever express.
Om Shanti🙏🙏
