Happy Birthday, my sonny boy. My Adi. It’s 10th September 2026. You would have turned 9 today. I would have baked another cake for you, and it would have been a beautiful day for us. But instead, we spent the day watching your old videos. Videos of you as a baby, creating mischief. Videos of …
Last month, Deta and I visited Tirupati for the first time after you left us. Every corner of the temple brought back memories of you — from your mundan ceremony as a baby to the questions and grief I still carry in my heart.
For a few hours, you were right there with me — holding my hand, laughing, alive.
And then morning came… and I had to lose you all over again.
This birthday was filled with love, surprises, and thoughtful gestures — yet beneath it all, I carried the quiet ache of missing Adi.
Some moments quietly remind you how temporary everything is. That day by the river, every thought led me back to Adi.
Today marks one year since Adi left us. The memories are still fresh, the questions still linger, and the ache hasn’t softened the way I once hoped it would.
This Feb 18th, it will be a year since Adi left us. I thought the pain might ease with time, but it hasn’t. Some mornings, I still wake up hearing his voice — and then I remember.
From cake cutting at midnight to noodles at dinner, every moment brought back memories of you. Even a child peering through a glass window was enough to remind me of you.
11 months without Adi… and the quiet in our home feels louder than ever.
It’s 2:30 a.m., and the silence feels heavier than ever. I keep asking why you had to leave so soon, Adi. Every night, I ache for one more hug, one more “nice,” one more moment that will never return. Some nights, the grief feels endless — like tonight. The world keeps moving, but my heart still waits for you.