Hey Ginny! This one's for you !
Prabhash. The name alone feels like a balm — like someone whispering peace into my storm. It takes the weight off my chest, quiets the chaos in my mind, and fills the cracks in my heart with a kind of warmth I thought only existed in fairy tales. I didn’t know it then — how could I? I was just a girl, naive, clumsy with love — but I had struck gold. On my very first try. God doesn’t make men like him anymore. He was , is , and always will be the definition of a “Man in Love.” And somehow, impossibly, I was the one lucky enough to be loved by him. He tells me I brought light into his life, that I helped shape the man he became. But if I was a light, he was the sun — steady, unwavering, shining on the most broken parts of me. He held space for my chaos, my indecision, my mess. He saw me at my worst, and loved me harder. He held faith in us, even when I wasn’t around to remind him we were real. Fifteen years. As someone once said — even Ram had a vanwaas for only fourteen....