A Father’s Love in the Funeral Flames : A Son’s Late Awakening
Article Today, Rajahmundry: The cremation ground stood still under the harsh afternoon sun. Smoke from burning sandalwood drifted slowly across the open sky. The air carried the sharp scent of ash. Rohan adjusted his Ray-Ban glasses and checked his watch again. Behind the tinted lenses, his eyes revealed more anxiety than sorrow. He had landed…