My Rukmini,
I don’t know how you manage to stay in my heart and still take up space in my thoughts all day. It’s almost unfair. I go to give someone advice, and midway, I start thinking—Has Rukmini eaten? Did she sleep well? Will she scold me for forgetting to send a flower today?
You call me clever, but trust me, loving you is the only thing I never had to think twice about. From the moment your letter reached me, I knew—this isn’t just any girl. This is the one who’ll rule my heart, steal my sleep, and still act like she’s doing me a favour by smiling.
Do you know, sometimes I look at the sky and wonder if it borrowed its calm from your eyes? And then I remember—no, your eyes have more mischief. Just like the way you scold me when I arrive late, knowing well I take the longer route just to pass by the garden you love.
You never ask for anything, yet give me so much. Your silence speaks louder than the conch, and your presence feels more divine than any temple I’ve stepped into. You may not always say it, but I know—each time your hand lingers a little longer on mine, each time you pack my favourite food without asking—I see your love, wrapped in those little things.
You’re not just a part of my life. You are my life.
And I promise, no matter what comes our way—I’ll always choose you.
Yours
Krishna
