Surat — 13 September, Sunday

It's a heavy rain in Gujarat. They say rainy days make people miss the ones they love the most. I sit in a café, eat fafda with masala milky tea — earphones plugged in, listening to a poem — repeatedly. I wrote down each word, for you.

"I love everything about you. I have searched for beautiful places in mountains, oceans, and cities that never sleep. I have stood beneath skies painted with colours that had no names, but no place has ever felt more like home than the moment you looked at me as if my existence was something worth keeping. And perhaps that is the most beautiful thing about you. You make ordinary souls feel extraordinary."

Have a wonderful Sunday, darling.

Till we meet again,

Abang