Written by Naman
Volume 25: In a world of ordinary moments, one story shines the brightest.
“That bumble day when we got a match...”
I still remember that bumble day when we got a match, those days when I used to rant you about my teachers, my college life, and how you used to tell me konsi class jaa rhi, tere sir ne kya bola. That day when we talked till the morning I can still legit feel that.
I remember I was in my hostel, everyone was home. Mai akela tha room pe. And how our convo kept going till the morning 6am, and I realised oh it's morning. Ohh man it still feels in my head.
How we met in CHD finally me picking you up from 17, and then we going to 32nd having that gol gappe, chaat, and then jalebi and rabdi, the day when we talked so much below your PG. From your IELTS classes, to your school ke kisse, from your aastha ki baatein to CHD ke experiences, and I just loved listening to youu.
And I still love that listening to youu when you yappp. The best thing that happened to me is youu. Idk all this seems dreamy and somebody tell me that 2023 Naman that down the line here from 2 years I'll be loving youu so much.
Can never get bored of your yaps and all those endless conversations that made everything feel so right. From that first Bumble match to now, every moment with you feels like the best chapter of my life.
And this is just the beginning of our beautiful story together.
“I don't know how to start...”
I don't know how to start, about how it all went, and how our bond got more and more closer. At first didn't knew that destiny will make us meet in Delhi - at first u know what I used to think u have a different college, and mera different hai, woh distance and teri new college life bhi u may get busy in life.
That Safdurjung tomb wala kinda date humara - walking around those ancient walls, talking about everything and nothing, feeling like we had all the time in the world.
ISKCON mein ghumna - walking through those peaceful halls, feeling that calm energy, and somehow everything felt more meaningful when we were together.
Delhi metro mein travel krke aake ek dusre ko milna nd fir ghumna - those long rides, the anticipation of seeing you, and then finally being together exploring the city.
That CHD mein raat ko Naturals jaana, 36 ki maggie khaana - late night adventures, sharing that simple meal, and feeling like we had our own little world.
CHD ki sadko pe bas aise hi ghumte rehna - no destination, no plan, just walking together through those familiar streets, talking and laughing like we had all the time in the world.
Some bonds don't shout. They whisper, and still hold you stronger than anything else.
“She Was Not Lightning, She Was Rain”
Some people walk into a story with fireworks. She didn't. She arrived like a paragraph you read twice — not because you didn't understand it, but because it made you feel something you couldn't explain the first time.
She didn't ask for attention. She asked for silence — and filled it with meaning.
Moments in a Jar
She's the kind of person who brings calm to a room without knowing she did. Her eyes observe more than they say — watching, understanding, finding meaning in the spaces between words.
She reads people like she reads books — carefully, thoughtfully, with that same gentle attention she gives to every page. There's something about the way she listens that makes you want to tell her everything.
She was not lightning. She was the steady rain that made the trees bloom. Not the kind of person who demands to be noticed, but the kind you can't help but remember.
Some days, I try to write about her, and all I get are metaphors that feel smaller than she really is. But maybe that's the point — some people can't be captured in words, only felt.
But if she were a story, I'd never skip the quiet chapters. That's where all the magic happens.
“She Never Tried to Change Me”
She never tried to change me. She just existed as herself — and somehow, that changed everything.
I learned to pause in sentences. To feel things instead of labeling them.
Ways She Changed Me
I started reading slower. Laughing softer. I started trusting that maybe... not everything needed to be earned. Some people just stay because they want to.
Her voice during late-night calls taught me that silence doesn't need to be filled. That conversations can breathe. That presence is sometimes more powerful than words.
I used to think soft was weak — until I met her laughter. Until I saw how she handled anger without breaking anyone. How she let people be human without making them feel small.
And maybe that's what love is. Not fireworks. Not plot twists. Just someone slowly helping you become someone you like more.
“Some Stories Refuse to Stay Unfinished”
I wasn't going to write this one. I thought I'd stop where the story was tidy — where things made sense. But some stories refuse to stay unfinished.
This one did.
Things I Waited to Say
I love the way you exist in a room without taking it over. I love that you read endings before beginnings, and still feel all the feelings anyway. I love how you remember people's details.
And I didn't want this to be a confession. But here it is. Quiet and clumsy. Like a bookmark found years later in a book you forgot you owned.
And today, on your birthday, I just wanted you to know — You've always been the main character. I was just lucky enough to read your story from the beginning.
Happy birthday, Siya.
To be continued, if you wish...
Today we celebrate not just another year of your beautiful life, but all the joy, love, and magic you bring to this world. Here's to many more chapters in our story together!