How It Started
It was all started by my message on Instagram, with the awkwardness — jb ap vishal bhai khte. Jb smajh ni aaya kaise apko bhai khne se roku.
Strangers on Instagram. The 2% on the graph is real — neither of us was sure this was anything, until suddenly it was everything.
The months it stopped feeling new and started feeling necessary. Calls that ran until someone's battery died. "Wifey." "Jaan." Names we gave each other before we'd even met in person.
Real fights. A real dip in February. It was the black month for me — all misunderstandings and miscommunication. But we stayed together, not because it was easy, but because humare pyaar ne alg ni hone dia. Apko yad h, when you said itna sb hone k bad b hum sath h — lgta hai bhagwan b yhi chahate hai.
One year, almost. And one more stretch of quiet I'm trying to understand instead of panic about.
