V Tara Rao

I am struggling to come to terms with the loss of my father's only sister, my beloved aunt whom I affectionately called Atta. The news of her passing hit me like a storm on Thursday evening, leaving me in disbelief and profound sadness. Atta was not just a relative, but a mother, friend, and a kind-hearted soul who dedicated her life to serving others in their times of need. She comforted those on their deathbeds, eased the pain of the suffering, and welcomed anyone who sought her help with open arms. She was truly an angel on earth, a beacon of light and purity. Her departure has left a void in my life and in my family. Atta was not just a relative, but a dear friend who shared her heart with me. I remember laying under the night sky as a child, asking her difficult questions about my father's absence, and she would lovingly reassure me that he was watching over me from the stars above. The memories of her delicious meals, her caring nature, her enchanting stories, her infectious laughter, and her compassionate heart will forever be etched in my mind and heart. Atta, I love you and I miss you more than words can express. Your presence will be deeply missed, but your warmth and love will continue to live on in my heart.❤️