Piya

I have read poems about love, watched films where people confess their hearts, heard songs that swear the deepest of devotions and still, none of them comes close to what I feel when I look at you.

You are the kind of beautiful that makes the whole room quietly pause. Not just because of those eyes that hold starlight, or the smile that makes me forget my own name but because of you. The way you exist, the way you laugh, the way you look at the world with such warmth… that is where your real magic lives.

I love you in floral kurtis by the river and in pink suits in old havelis. I love you in early morning selfies and in playful moments at 3:41 PM. I love every version of you even the little girl in that old photograph who had no idea how many hearts she would one day hold.

You are not just precious to me. You are precious the way the first rain of June is precious, the way a single flower surviving winter is precious. You do not need to do anything to earn it. You simply are.

Every day I choose you. And every day, I will choose you again without hesitation, without condition, for as long as flowers bloom and songs play and the world keeps spinning.

This page is just a small whisper of what my heart wants to shout to the entire universe: I love you, Piya. Completely. Tenderly. Always. 🌸