Sakshi,

I found you on a random app. The kind of place where people disappear into noise.

You didn’t.

You showed up like a small, bright universe — sweet without trying, adorable when you wink at the camera like the world is in on a secret with you, confident like you already know who you are.

And then there is the way you think. That’s the part I keep turning over in my hands. Your mind. Your softness. The way you mean things.

You are a bright soul. Not the pretty-word kind. The kind that has actual light in it — emotion, a little fire, a lot of love.

My cute little princess. Not because you need a crown. Because the room changes when you enter it. Because I want to be careful with you. Because I want to be the person who gets to love you like that.

Happy birthday. 16.09 — the day the world got you, and I still can’t believe a random app got me you.

The app was random. You were not.

I want to be yours. If you’ll have me.

You are the sweetest thing that ever happened to my ordinary days.

happy birthday, my little princess