Puja

Puja, meri pagal suar 🐷… I honestly don't even know what to call us. We've never given it a name. But I know one thing — you matter. You matter in a way that's hard to explain and harder to ignore. You're the one who takes care of all my needs without me ever having to ask. You just know. And that's rare. That's you.

You cook, and you cook beautifully. I could eat your food every day. It’s made with so much love that it hits different. And of course, your one true love is 🧡 KURKURE 🧡 — you destroy packets like it’s a sport.

And the ice cream contradiction? You’re always cold, wrapped in blankets, but you still can’t resist a scoop. It’s adorable. 🍦

You make silly mistakes. All. The. Time. You trip over air. You forget things mid-sentence. You drop your phone at least twice a day. You lose things you're literally holding. And honestly? It's adorable. You're a walking beautiful disaster and I wouldn't change a single thing about it. Not one single thing. The world is sharper when you're clumsy in it.

And that smile of yours… Puja, your smile is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I'm not exaggerating. I've seen sunsets and oceans and city skylines, but nothing, nothing compares to the way your face lights up when you genuinely laugh. It's like the whole dark fantasy world you love suddenly gets a sunrise.

You take care of my needs without me ever having to say a word. You just… know. When I'm tired. When I'm off. When I need space. When I need someone. You show up. Quietly. Without expecting anything. You don't even realize how rare that is, do you? How you are. I don't think you see yourself the way I see you. And that breaks my heart a little. Because if you could just see what I see…

You'd see someone who is beautiful, warm, chaotic, kind, fierce, and impossible to ignore. You'd see the person who holds people together without even trying. The one who makes life better just by being in it. You'd see Puja. My Puja. My suar. My sloth. My favourite person.

I know things between us haven't been the same lately. We're going through… something. A rough patch. A weird phase. Whatever we're calling it. And I'm not going to pretend it doesn't hurt. Because it does. It hurts more than I like to admit.

But here's the thing, Puja — I don't want to lose you. I don't want to look back one day and wonder what could have been. I don't want to let whatever this is between us slip away without fighting for it. You're too important to me. You always have been. And I know I'm not always the best with words or showing it, but I'm trying. I'm trying because you're worth trying for.

Whatever is broken, I want to fix it. With you. Not around you. Not despite you. With you. Whatever it takes. Whatever we need to say or do. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. You've held me together more times than you know. Now let me be there for you too.

And can we talk about how unapologetically you you are? Dark fantasy obsessed. A little bit slutty in the best way (your words, not mine 😉). Confident. Bold. Unafraid to be who you are. That's the Puja I fell for. The one who doesn't shrink herself to make others comfortable. The one who owns her chaos and makes it look like art.

You're a walking contradiction — a soft caretaker with a wicked sense of humor, a clumsy sloth with a sharp mind, a foodie with a dark soul, a cold-prone ice cream lover who cooks like a dream. And somehow, all of it fits. All of it is you. And all of it is beautiful.