As the last traces of fireworks dissolve into the Mumbai night sky, I find myself reaching for my phone—not to scroll through generic greetings, but to write these words specifically for you. This past year, our shared moments have been the real sparklers in my life: that rushed chai break when you listened to my frantic work worries, the way you remembered my love for gulab jamun and surprised me with a box during a tough week, the laughter that echoed through our late-night Auto rides through bustling streets.

Do you remember Holi? You, armed with a water balloon and that mischievous grin, taught me that joy sometimes requires getting a little messy. And during Diwali, as we lit the diyas on your terrace, the flickering flames seemed to mirror the warmth you’ve consistently brought into my world. It’s these uniquely ‘us’ memories—steeped in the sounds, smells, and spirit of our home—that I carry forward.

You are the quiet melody in the noisy symphony of my life.

The New Year isn’t just a change of calendar. It feels like turning a fresh, crisp page in a well-loved journal. My hope for us isn’t for grand, dramatic adventures (though another trip to Goa wouldn’t be refused!). It’s for more of the simple, grounding magic we already share. More conversations over steaming cups of cutting chai at our favorite roadside stall. More playfully arguing over which Bollywood film had the better soundtrack. More of that unshakeable comfort that comes from simply being in the same room, even in silence.

So here’s to a new chapter. May it be filled with the vibrant colors of a springtime phoolon ki Holi, the sweetness of a perfect jalebi, and the steady, guiding light of a million more diyas. Thank you for being my person. Here’s to us, and to writing our next beautiful story together.

With all my heart,
Yours Always