Our MEMORIES 2024-∞
“If you are mine, then I don’t think I could ever ask the world for anything more.” Dear Dudu, If you're reading this, then happy birthday, my love. ❤ This isn't just a gift. It isn't just a story either. It's my heart, scattered across these pages. Some memories are blurry, some are crystal clear, and some still make me laugh until my stomach hurts. I know I couldn't fit every single moment of our three-and-a-half years together into one book because, honestly, we'd probably need an entire library for that. But I tried. I tried to gather the moments that quietly changed me... the ones that made me realize that somewhere between ordinary office days, random phone calls, lovely evenings, shopping, coffee dates, and endless arguments... you became my home. So... Come with me one more time. Let's go back to where everything started. The Story of Us — Bubu to Dudu
Chapter 1: First Time I met you 5 April 2023, I interviewed a random candidate. I didn't even ask much, just shortlisted him. Who knew, that this person could change my entire life. th 26 April 2023! It's funny how life changes because of one completely ordinary day. th That morning, I was sitting in the office, thinking, "Yaar... office mein koi bhi pyara larka nahi hai. Let's see, yeh new joiner kaisa hoga." Little did I know that the same "new joiner" would become the person I'd end up writing an entire book for. When I first saw you...Should I tell you the truth? I wasn't impressed. Don't make that face while reading this. I know you're probably smiling already. I looked at you and thought, "Hmm... itna bhi pyara nahi hai." See? Honesty. I didn't stare at you. I didn't feel butterflies. I didn't think, “Oh my God, this is the love of my life." Nothing. You were just another colleague. If someone had told me that one day I'd fall hopelessly in love with you, I'd probably have laughed and said, "Impossible." Life has a really funny sense of humor, doesn't it? Because the man I barely noticed slowly became the man I couldn't imagine a single day without.
Back then, we were just colleagues. Nothing more. You had your work, and I had mine. We argued over the smallest things…. Actually... Scratch that — We argued over almost everything. Sometimes we'd stop talking because both of us were equally stubborn. Then, something changed. Very quiet. Without asking for permission. Our conversations became longer. Our jokes became sillier. We started talking about life, dreams, goals, random questions, and those "Who knows whom better?" games. We teased each other, made fun of each other, and somehow... my workdays became brighter simply because you were around. Looking back now, I don't think I fell in love in one moment. I think I fell in love in hundreds of tiny moments. Moments that didn't seem important back then. But today...They mean everything.