Where Words Fail, Music Speaks

Song from the Heart

In a quiet village, there lived a boy who always carried an old radio with him. That radio wasn’t just a machine—it was a memory of his mother, who used to sing along with it when she was alive.

Every evening, when the sun dipped behind the hills, he would tune into the station and listen. One particular song always played—the same song his mother used to hum while cooking and while putting him to sleep.

The moment the melody touched his ears, it felt as if she was right beside him again. His eyes welled up, but his heart felt warm.

The boy realized something that day:
Songs are not just words and music… they are living memories. They keep people alive in our hearts, even when they are far away—or gone forever.