a love story, written in every moment
Soumi
My world. My home. My forever.
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"Every bike ride through the city, every moment shared, every place we discovered together — you made it all magic."
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a love story, written in every moment
My world. My home. My forever.
"Every bike ride through the city, every moment shared, every place we discovered together — you made it all magic."
She goes by many names
Where it all began & every chapter since
Where it started
Two people, one gym. You showed up and I was done for. That was the beginning of everything — the first hello that became a thousand more. I think the universe had already decided before I did.
Long days in Naihati, aimless walks in Kalyani — everywhere we went felt like it was ours. No plan, just you and me and whatever the city offered. Those days are the ones I hold closest.
Somewhere golden
Those mustard fields. The soft winter light, your hair in the breeze, your eyes looking straight at me — I have never felt more certain of anything in my life than I did in that moment.
Shyambazar & New Town
Wandering Shyambazar, exploring New Town till our feet gave up. You making that pout face I absolutely adore every single time. These are my favourite memories.
Every time, every place
There are hugs and then there is the way you hold me — eyes closed, completely at peace, a flower in your hair. Every time you do that I feel like I am exactly where I am supposed to be in this world.
Interlaced fingers, racing hearts
"On every bus ride, every train, every rickshaw through the lanes — your hand found mine, and that was enough."
why I love her
Not a performance. Not a version of yourself for others. The real, unfiltered, honest you — that is the one I fell for completely.
Every time I look at your eyes the world gets quieter. I have no better way to say it — they are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Momos, protein bars, makhana — watching you enjoy the things you love is one of my favourite things about being with you.
Flying through the city streets with you holding on — I used to think I loved riding alone. Then you got on the back and I realised I had been doing it all wrong.
On the hardest days you remind me I am okay, and I try my best to do the same. That quiet reassurance — that is the real love, not just the grand gestures.
You carry yourself with a grace you are probably unaware of. Every room feels different when you walk into it. You have no idea, and that makes it even more beautiful.
The love between you and Momao tells me everything about your heart. I love her too, deeply — and loving her together is one of my favourite parts of us.
from my heart to yours
My dearest Soumi —
I keep trying to find the right words and I keep failing,
because you are so much bigger than any words I know.
I think about every bike ride we took through lanes we half-knew —
the wind, your arms around me, the city flying past.
I think about every moment shared over her favourite foods,
every long day wandering from Shyambazar to New Town,
every slow afternoon in Kalyani and Naihati where time forgot itself.
You were there for all of it. You made all of it.
And every time I looked at your eyes —
or felt you hold onto me the way you do —
or heard you say something that brought me back to myself
on a day I had almost lost my way —
I understood something I cannot quite explain.
That loving you is not something I chose.
It is something I am.
You love our Momao the way flowers love sunlight.
You carry yourself with a grace you do not even see in yourself.
You make the most ordinary moments feel like the ones worth living for.
Miao.
My world. My home. My forever.
our word. our universe. just us.