April 19 · 2022 — 2026
Four years ago today, you said yes — and every day since has been a softer, sweeter version of forever.
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five chapters, one love
Scroll slowly. The dates don't matter — only that every photo is a memory, and every memory is a reason I'd do it all over again, without changing a thing.
It started with a question — and an answer that changed every ordinary day into something softer.
The year we learned each other's silences, laughed at the same private jokes, and started saying our instead of mine.
Somewhere along the way, you stopped being a person I love and became the place I come home to.
A year of holding hands through the beautiful, the boring, and the bewildering — and wanting, every time, to hold on tighter.
My Mruganshi,
Four years. It's strange how these four years passed. It still feels like we are still in the college. I still remember us going mess everyday, canteen or shamiyana for dinner, you motivating me to go to classes, taking same courses as much as possible, going on dates in city, going for walks, enjoying EDM and prom nights at fests and what not! I just miss them alot.
Yes we have come a long way. Our relationship has seen many ups and downs. We have done many jagda, moments like almost on breakup and then still patching up and not giving up on each other. We have come a long way.
Thank you for four years of patience, tenderness, and the kind of love that makes a person brave. Thank you for the mornings. Thank you for the messy in-betweens. Thank you, most of all, for saying yes.
I'd propose again tomorrow. And the day after. And every day for the rest of our very long, very us, forever.
Yours — always, and then a little longer,
Shubham
and now
And six. And ten. And every ordinary, extraordinary one after.