14 months

Ice Cream, Kindness, and a Tribute to My Angel Fourteen months today. Fourteen long, aching months without Sana. To honor her memory today, I walked the familiar streets of Colaba and did something she once loved doing — I ordered food from McDonald’s and distributed it to the homeless and needy. Years ago, during one of our trips to Mumbai, we were strolling through these very streets when a small boy tugged at our sleeve and asked if he could have something from McDonald’s. Without hesitation, Sana turned to me and said, “Mom, let’s get him a meal.” Her voice was steady, kind, and so full of purpose. That moment stayed with her. The very next day, she asked me to go back with her — not to shop, not to sightsee — but to buy 20 ice cream cones. One by one, she handed them out to children gathered outside the store. I remember the joy lighting up their faces, the sparkle in their eyes. And Sana, standing there, was beaming. She said, almost in disbelief, “I can’t believe something so small — an ice cream — can bring so much happiness.” She used her own allowance to buy those treats, not out of charity, but from a place of deep empathy. She never forgot how much joy a small act of kindness could create. And neither did I. Today, as I handed out meals in her name, I saw that same twinkle in the eyes of children. That same innocent delight. And I felt her presence — not just in my memories, but in the smiles of those little ones, in the spirit of giving, in the legacy of her gentle, loving heart. This was my tribute to my angel. A girl who never needed a reason to be kind. A soul who believed in the power of small gestures. Sana — you are missed every single day, but your kindness continues to ripple through the world. May we all learn to carry a little more of your light.