When petals met specs
Shruti, my Jaanu — the first time I saw you, sakura petals felt shy around your rounded specs, like the universe was gently aligning us. Your smile turned stars into quiet confetti.
Soft petals swirl and bless your path, Shruti — my universe awaits.
Shruti, my Jaanu — the first time I saw you, sakura petals felt shy around your rounded specs, like the universe was gently aligning us. Your smile turned stars into quiet confetti.
You make “home” feel like a soft pink sky. Holding your hand, every fear dissolves. You are cherished, protected, understood — the most important person in my world.
Feathers drift when you blink, hearts float when you speak, and the sky hums in gentle neon. I love the way your specs catch tiny galaxies, making ordinary moments shine.
“Shruti” glows like aurora candy — every syllable a promise, every letter a hug. I adore you. I choose you. In every timeline, it’s you.
Draw a heart on the canvas. If the universe detects your heart, a deeper love letter will unlock.
Waiting for your drawing...
I will show up. In the quiet and in the chaos, you will never be alone. My hand is yours, always.
I will make time for your joy, for your tiny wishes, for your lazy mornings and cozy coffees.
I will listen, understand deeply, and honor your feelings with tenderness and patience.
In every future, in every starlit path, I choose you — my Jaanu, my wifey, my cutie.