Sanjay Dutt’s daughter Trishala Dutt was eight when mother Richa Sharma passed away in 1996 due to brain tumour. Trishala, who was extremely close to her mother, shared a heart-warming letter written by her mother years ago by her own hand.
Sanjay Dutt’s daughter Trishala Dutt was eight when mother Richa Sharma passed away in 1996 due to brain tumour. Trishala, who was extremely close to her mother, shared a heart-warming letter written by her mother years ago by her own hand.
Trishala, who herself is a good writer today, credits her mother for passing down all the savvy writing skills. The 21-year-old letter has uploaded by Trishala on her Instagram and she captioned it as:
‘I found this note my mom wrote when she was dying…this was about 21+ years ago. Now I know where I get my writing skills from!….life is short….I miss her ❤️ ——————- ✨Destination✨
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“We all walk together. Each one chooses their own path. I chose mine. But I am left in a deadend street. How do I go back? Do I get another chance? Time tells all. I’ll wait even if it takes long. I know deep inside there is no way I’ll be left behind. I still have hope. My guardian angel will take me some place where my dreams will be waiting. They will welcome me in with their arms open with care.”
