“For my mom — who made weddings more fun, birthdays more surprising, and food way too spicy.”

This one’s for her…

She’s the reason I find joy in little things and believe in big adventures.

Her love travels with me everywhere- into every room, every country, every cliffside, every celebration.

Maybe, by reading this, you’ll see her too.

I wish she was here…

To take her with me around the world – to show her how beautiful it really is.

The quiet lakes, the little cafes, the hills, the noisy streets. The adventure, the bustle, the colours, and the small surprises tucked into every turn – she would have loved it all.

She had that in her – a childlike joy that never quite faded.

Even when life was heavy, she found happiness in the smallest things:

A hot cup of tea and sandwich.

A new pair of shoes.

A flower blooming on the balcony.

Her laughter would bubble up so easily that you couldn’t help but just join in.

She was my roommate.

My inspiration.

My biggest supporter.

And my most honest critic.

She made everything feel a little more fun – life, travel, weddings, getting ready together, trying on new earrings, fussing over lipsticks, laughing at how much spice she could handle.

Growing up , i remember she would make two versions of the same dish – one mild for everyone else, and one fiery, spicy 🌶️ , dramatic version for herself. Of course, we’d all eventually leave ours and dig into hers.

On my birthdays, even when I would hide hoping for peace & quiet, she would sneak in pastries, light candles, and celebrate anyway.

She believed in joy – not the loud kind, but the deep, consistent kind.

When I was small, she would hold my hand and take me everywhere – to the temple, the market, the bank, the jeweller’s shop and make me feel included in life.

And strength?

She didn’t talk about it. She lived it.

She taught me that being strong and independent wasn’t a choice – it was simply the way to live.

Without speeches. Without fuss.

She just passed it into me — through little moments, through the way she carried herself. I didn’t even realise when it became a part of me.

That’s why I feel my soul is stitched with those childhood memories of her. That’s what I carry with me, everywhere.

It hasn’t been a single day without missing her. Each one of us feels that empty spot and miss her voice – on the bed, at the dining table, in every conversation.

But I know she’s around.

Smiling at my silly jokes from above.😁

Maybe nudging me when I forget to rest, or book too many trips.

Sometimes, I still talk to her – from cliffs, temples, countrysides.

I wonder if she’s watching me chase sunsets and stories.

I hope she’s proud.

And I like to believe she’s walking somewhere beside me – In the wind, in the waves,

Supporting me in my detours.

And Maybe if souls remember each other, we will be together again someday.☺️

Life isn’t always easy.

But with the right people, it becomes beautiful and worthwhile.

“To live is so startling, it leaves little time for anything else.” — Emily Dickinson.

“If you’ve read this far, thank you for meeting her.

In a way, you’ve helped me carry her forward – into one more story and one more heart.”