Saturday, May 3, 2025
Prahlad Uncle,
I was just 15 when I first met you—a kind, soft-spoken man with a sweet tooth and an even sweeter heart. Though you were my sister’s father-in-law, you welcomed me like your own son. Your quiet presence, gentle words, and constant support meant more than I can express.
I still remember your beloved Fiat car—something my dad and I admired so much. We were so happy when we convinced you to maintain it and let us keep it in our garage. That car became more than just a vehicle; it was a symbol of the bond we shared.
You may be gone, but your warmth, your stories, and your kindness will stay with us always.