What do we really owe the people who raised us once they can no longer raise themselves? Is wiring money enough when we cannot offer our presence? Are we proud of the lives we’ve built if we cannot bring them into it? Can progress be called success when it leaves our elders behind, staring at the gate for a visit that keeps getting postponed?These are not comfortable questions. But they sit heavy in the corners of our hearts—especially when the phone rings late at night or a WhatsApp message says “Amma isn’t keeping well.”
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