If you're reading this, you probably know who I am.

On the 14th of August 2024, I had my first interaction with my now better half. We met in the most unexpected way possible, and a few conversations later, I knew she stood apart. The distinction was crystal clear.

At the time of writing this, it's the early weeks of February 2025 - less than 6 months since the first time we have laid eyes on one another.

They say every single person on earth is imperfect, and I couldn't agree more. It is the set of imperfections that my partner and I carry and own and embrace together, that make us (well, mostly her) so blessed.

Reflecting upon the past 6 months (slightly less, actually), we have gone from strangers to friends to travel planners to concert attendees. We have laid our heads on the other's shoulders and we have spent silent nights eerily distancing from one another. We have woken up next to each other veiled in emotions and smiles and we have promised to never talk to one another for moments of agony that have been outlived by a terrestrial day. We have been there as a shelter for one another during the stormiest of nights and we have seen teardrops silently crawling down each other's eyes while we stood there emotionally battered and helpless.

I love Dona. I know she's imperfect. And that's what makes it real and trustworthy. We don't smell roses 24x7. We don't expect a sweet taste for an eternity. And that's okay.

Here is my attempt at documenting what we go through, as I reminisce our times together - the good and the bad. I have segmented our stories broadly into four categories -