A touching human scene of a girl documenting her care for her sick father and her daily attention to preparing him 🥺❤️

His name was Major Shashidharan Nair. He grew up in Khadakwasla, Pune, right beside the National Defence Academy. He cycled 15 kilometres every Sunday for NCC drills. He cleared CDS. He was commissioned into the 2nd Battalion of the 1st Gorkha Rifles in 2007. He even learned Gurkhali to speak with his soldiers in their own language. In 2012 mutual friends introduced him to Trupti. She was 26. A computer applications graduate. It was love at first sight. They were engaged within six months. Eight months into the engagement Trupti was diagnosed with multiple arteriosclerosis. Her movements reduced. She was put in a wheelchair. Strokes followed. She was paralysed below the waist. Permanently. Friends told him to walk away. Colleagues said it was not too late. He married her in April 2012. Without hesitation. He took her to every army dinner, every formal party, every function. He pushed her wheelchair when there was ramp. He carried her in his arms when there was not. He never sought sympathy. Never drew attention to it. People who used to stare in pity slowly began to stare in respect. In January 2019 he was posted to Nowshera, Jammu and Kashmir. Trupti was worried. He promised he would come back. On January 11 2019 an IED blast at the Line of Control injured two soldiers. He ran in to help. A second IED detonated. He was killed instantly. He was 33 years old. At his funeral in Pune, Trupti sat beside his remains in her wheelchair. She had lost the only person who had never once made her feel she was less. Today Trupti works as an HR manager in Pune. She carries his name. She carries his promise.