For your birthday

I'm thinking about that rainy afternoon when we first met at the café off Patel Bridge. You were soaked through, laughing at yourself, and I thought "well, that's trouble."

Five years later I still think it. Every morning I'm grateful that the universe routed us into the same downpour.

This isn't a long letter. Just one to mark the day, and to say: thank you for being the steady warm spot in my life. Thank you for the early-morning chai. Thank you for the way you laugh at your own jokes before you finish them.

May this year bring you everything you'd ask for if you weren't too polite to ask.