harshita,

Hi, cutu.

Tum pyare
ho mujhe.

Tumhare liye.

Kuch kehna tha.

I can be me?
So special.

Tumse baat karte karte ye bola tha maine. Abhi bhi wahi hai.

“For allowing me to be.”
7 March ko bhi yahi bola tha.

tumCutu kaafi nahi hai?

mainKaafi?
Kaafi to nahi hai.
High maintenance and all.

Dekho tum sar pe chada rahe ho.

6 May, 4:31 p.m.

Sabki tareef
nahi karni.
Tumhari
karni thi.

Mujhe tum achche lage toh maine kaha.

Pretty pretty moon child picture.

Pahadon mein
ek cafe.

“Fir pahadon mein ek cafe khol lenge.”

Hanji mai waiter aapke yahan.

2 waqt ka khana. 3 ki protein.
Salary bhi nahi lunga.

Kitne zyada
pyare ho.

Khol ke dekho.

Aur haan,

Idhar
aao.

Just one airless hug.

Jokes apart.

I'm around.
Yes?

For all shapes and forms you come in and not all of them have to be a shade of happy.

I'll take you for your tears, your angst, your anxiety and your laughs.

We can't always be happy. But we can always have our “the” person.

Sath mei kam bhi karenge.
Sath mei ro bhi lenge.

Chalega?

tum Bilkul. Dodegaaa.

If not each other,
then who?

I love you, cutu.
Shaurya