Whispers and Prayers

Writing from any source, no matter how much I pour onto the page, always feels like a mere whisper of what I wish to express. Thus, I begin this prose from an unexpected source, much like the sudden spark that ignited our shared journey. The realms of those diplomatic virtual discourse, where we unexpectedly crossed paths, now beckon for a moment of gratitude to Zuckerberg, and Larry Page, a gesture yet to be extended personally.

Often, I ponder the what-ifs of that fateful day if things would have gone any different from what happened just in unison and stars destined way. Yet, in hindsight, it feels as though our encounter was predestined, inevitable amidst the tumult of life's twists and turns. Our union transcends mere happenstance; it is as fundamental as the rhythm of day and night itself.

In the span of past few year, you've not only made me feel and realise countless dreams of mine but also unfurled a tapestry of new aspirations within my heart. Your presence, entwined with me, exceeds the allure of my most cherished dreams.

Contemplating the myriad milestones we shall traverse together as time unfurls before us. Picture, how many stages we'll conquer together as we age, seeing each other's name on our mehandi-adorned hands .

Envision the dawn of each new day, where your presence becomes my anchor, and the tender embrace of nightfall, where I lovingly be in cradle of your love. You being adorned in the sarees of your choosing, I stand before the mirror, our gazes meeting in silent communion. I'll forever continue to regard you with the same fervour and adoration, even in the passage of course of life, I promise!