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This book is a tribute to the quiet love we often fail to notice until it's gone—the kind woven into daily routines, soft gestures, and unspoken sacrifices. It’s about the chapatis kept for cows and birds, the meals made without being asked, the lullabies that comforted more than words ever could.It’s about my mother—but it’s also about all the people we take for granted in the rush of life. We assume there will be more time—to say thank you, to give back, to notice. But sometimes all that remains is memory... and the ache of not having done enough.These pages are my attempt to pause that rush. To celebrate the love that shaped me. And to remind you: cherish the small moments, speak your gratitude, and honour those who give quietly—before it’s too late.Because the smallest acts often leave the deepest mark and so do the moments we almost missed.