Dear Krishna
Happy Birthday, my beloved. On your birthday, I will always be the happiest because you are always here to listen to all my problems. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know where I would take all my complaints.
To my special friend, thank you for entering my life and painting it in colours I didn’t know existed before you. Please don’t ever be angry at me — scold me if you must, but never let go of holding me tight.
I am just a tiny leaf in this entire world, who loves you dearly, trusts you, and dances the most when you play the flute. Sometimes it scares me that if I dance too much, I might actually break from the branch and fall. But falling for you will always make sense to me.
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Oh, dear Krishna, I adore you so much that sometimes I don’t even know the difference between you and me.
It’s like you live in me.
And I am happy that I know you. Maybe not completely, but truly, for sure.
Truly yours,
Sakhi
