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2024-10-29 19:42:56Acharya, his eyes filled with a compassionate curiosity, gently broached the topic. "May I ask about your father, dear Gayatri? Is he also a part of your life?"
Gayatri's expression clouded momentarily, a flicker of pain crossing her features before she replied softly, "I would rather not speak about him, Guruji. Some chapters of our lives are better left unopened." Acharya nodded understandingly, his eyes reflecting empathy. "I respect your privacy, Gayatri," he assured her. "You are not obligated to share anything you're not comfortable with." Feeling a sense of gratitude for his understanding, Gayatri shifted the conversation slightly. "Guruji," she began tentatively, "have there been any developments in finding my lost mother? Is there any news?" Acharya's demeanor softened further as he replied, "We continue to search diligently, dear one. Our network of volunteers and well-wRelated chapters
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