Soumyata: A Sight Most Dear;
Even Dearer When Sight is Denied.
Here is an open letter to you.
With marriage—just as Shivaa in the USA, a didi in Edinburgh, and an Aunty on Talkatora Road once told me—things change yet remain the same. Marriage brings unspoken shifts. We sit together in silence, yet it feels full. We accomplish things together, yet we move in parallel. We have conversations like before, yet our words carry new weights.
Love marriages are the only true way to marry. Arranged marriages often serve as a veil for casteism. I first saw you in a room full of strangers, yet I understood you before I had even met you. And now, I am still discovering you, layer by layer. Marriage, when shared with someone you love and respect, is a beautiful thing.
We cancel plans just to stay in. We find joy in quiet moments at home. You are a wonderful human being, inside and out. Speak more. Tell me more about your day. Unlike many, we did not let post-wedding uncertainties taint the process of turning a house into a home. We stood firm. We trusted in ourselves and did what was needed. And as we always knew—we did it with style.
I always knew you were the woman of my dreams. Together, we make it look effortless. The love and understanding we share soften life’s complexities. Hope, for us, is not just a distant pursuit; it is a quiet certainty, a peace we cultivate.
May our conversations, our laughter, our coffee, and our love continue to flourish. May we grow—more compassionate, more giving—using our strength and resources to uplift those who need it most. May we challenge communalism, fascism, and casteism—not just in passing but in deliberate conversations that hold up a mirror to the status quo.
May you always be you. More than most will ever get to know.
Happy Birthday.
—Munch
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 