When it all started
२०७८ बैशाख ११ गते दिउसो करिब १ बजे तिर for the very first time i expressed my feelings for you that had been gradually developed between us खै कसरी हो बिस्तारै तिमि तिर आकर्सित भए म।
2021, April 24Something special is waiting...
A little corner of the internet, just for you
I could have written a message, bought a gift, or simply said "I love you." But somehow, none of those felt like enough.
one of my favorite memories ♡
Before anything else
So I made this little place for all the things I don't always know how to say out loud. Every section is a tiny piece of us.
Once upon a time
The beginning of something I never want to forget.
२०७८ बैशाख ११ गते दिउसो करिब १ बजे तिर for the very first time i expressed my feelings for you that had been gradually developed between us खै कसरी हो बिस्तारै तिमि तिर आकर्सित भए म।
2021, April 24Maybe it wasn't one dramatic moment. Maybe it was a hundred tiny moments that slowly became impossible to ignore.
our first dateLets look at us now. Your are leading your choice path where i'm just barely hanging to my engineering life
Today & alwaysLittle pieces of us
You and only you.




Things I adore
Not just the big moments. These are the tiny things that make you, you.
The kind that makes everyone around you smile too.
You notice little things that most people don't.
The completely unexpected things that somehow become my favorites.
No explanation needed. You are enough exactly as you are.



Our little timeline

The day I finally worked up the courage to tell you how I felt — and you were so shocked you didn't make it easy on me at all. You were worried about your studies, wanted to tell your friends first, weigh it all out. I panicked a little at that — told you no, because in a place like ours, one word to a friend and the whole college would know by morning. So there we were, half an hour of convincing — me nervous, you unsure, both of us figuring out something neither of us had done before. And then, finally — you said yes. I called you mine for the very first time. Every "us" memory since then — Kathmandu, Pokhara, all of it — started right there, in that half hour where I almost lost my nerve but didn't.

Every day during this time we got to know each other better. The pictures that took ten tries because we were laughing too hard to hold the phone still. The tired legs by evening, but somehow we always said "let's go again tomorrow."

Pokhara, Truth and dare, and somehow I ended up holding your hand, reciting poetry I basically wrote just for you — nervous, half-serious, but meaning every word. Right as I finished, Mukunda sir walked by and missed us by an inch. Pure panic, stifled laughter, and trying so hard to act normal right after. Lakes and mountains aside, that's the memory that still makes us smile — your hand in mine, and a story only some close friend knows..

And hopefully, there are many more chapters waiting for us.
A letter for you
I don't know if a website can properly explain what someone means to you, but I wanted to try.
Thank you for every laugh, every conversation, every little moment, and even the completely random ones. Somehow, all of them became memories I want to keep.
If you ever wonder how much you mean to me, come back here. Read this again. And remember that somewhere on the internet, there is a tiny corner that exists simply because you do.
Always,
Your Sir ji ♡