Happy Birthday Gavya!

To My Person, On Her 17th Birthday ❤️

Seventeen. SEVENTEEN. How did we even get here? You’re literally growing up without me and I hate it. I wish we’d grown up together — gone to the same school, the same random cafés, the same stupid parties — just to make a thousand more memories I’d never shut up about.

You know how everyone has someone? That one person who just gets them. The kind of person who doesn’t need explanations — who knows what you mean when you say nothing at all. Who sees through your calm and still knows when something’s off. Who somehow always feels like home, even across cities. That’s her. Thats my gavyu. She’s my person.

She walked into my life as a child, quiet, calm and completely opposite to my personality! Soon after hanging out which means going to the same dance classes, we mutually decided that we love each other and we need each other. I guess god knew that a bond as strong as ours would merely be affected by distance. 

She’s the kind of human who’d correct you when you’re wrong, and listen when you’re right. Speaking to her has reduced over the years but never has there been a day when I don’t think of her or remember her or miss her! There are days I wish I could relive the childhood with her…Playing, fighting, dancing, enjoying without having to shift away from each other.

She’s in every laugh I remember, every story I retell, every part of me that still believes in people. There are friends, and then there are people like her — the ones who just… stay with you. In your head, your heart, your days, your words.

Sometimes I think about how different life would’ve been if we’d grown up together. If we’d sat through the same lectures, shared the same school corridors, complained about the same teachers, and spent our evenings at the same tuition or at the same classes? Maybe it would’ve been easier — or maybe we’d have still ended up here, the way we are, somehow perfectly us despite everything.

Distance feels unfair sometimes.

Surat feels far, and yet she’s closer than half the people around me. Because it’s not about how often we talk, it’s about how much we know. And with her, I just… know. She’s my calm in the chaos. The person who shows up in thoughts when I’m happy, and in memories when I’m low. The one who has seen me in every shade and still decided I was worth keeping.

I love her endlessly. I really do. I don’t think I say it enough, but I do. I hope today makes her feel everything she deserves — the love, the laughter, the kind of warmth she gives everyone around her without even trying. She’s rare. She’s the kind of person you don’t come across twice.

So here’s to her — my person. My heart in another city. The best kind of chaos. The one who makes growing up, even from afar, feel a little less lonely.

I can’t wait for all the memories we haven’t made yet, all the moments waiting to happen, all the hugs that will feel like home again.

Come see me soon, love. I miss my human. 🫶🏻