The Quietest Lines I Wrote

By Ramas Ramas -

This wasn’t written as a blog post. It was just a note to my cousin,  one of many people who’ve walked with me on this journey. But after rereading it, I realised it says something I hadn’t fully voiced before. So I’m sharing it here, just as I wrote it.

Just a quick update - I'm thrilled we've crossed the 100-copy milestone with 104 sales! Thank you all for your incredible support and encouragement.

I wanted to share something special that happened during coffee with friends this morning. The conversation turned to my book, and one friend asked which part I enjoyed writing most or found most meaningful. I'd never considered this before, but after a moment of reflection, I told him it was the simple two or three lines I wrote to thank my parents.

While the entire book was my imagination, that dedication comes from the deepest part of my heart. I'm grateful I had the presence of mind to put those feelings into words. My parents had never asked anything of me, and as their son, I feel I haven't given them enough in return. Dedicating this book to them felt like the right thing to do.

From the very start I decided that when the physical copies are printed, my mother will receive the very first book before the official launch. She can't read, but I know she'll understand the gesture. It's the least I can do for her as her son.

To my parents,
whose love opened my eyes to the world.
With love, always.

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