Dear Aabi: From Chachu With Love

Today, with the strength I can still hold, I want to say something to you, my Aabi.

You came into my life soft, pure, and a blessing in your own way. The moment you were born, the world around me began to shift. Everything that once felt stuck, everything that refused to fall into place… suddenly started aligning, as if your tiny presence breathed hope into places inside me that had forgotten how to believe. You became my lucky charm, my blessing, my miracle in the smallest, sweetest form.

Your smile still lights up the darkest corners of my memories. Your voice… that soft, excited “chachu, chachu” still echoes inside me, as if you’re calling from just a few steps away. Those little video calls, your bright eyes, your laughter, your innocent curiosity—filled my days with joy.

Whenever you did something mischievous, you said it with that sweet innocence, trying to hide behind your smile:

“Papa did that… Mumma did that… Aara did that…”

Even in your naughtiness, you carried a magic that turned ordinary moments into something unforgettable. Your tiny tricks, your boldness, your fearless little heart, everything about you lit up my days in ways I only understand now.

And then… everything changed in a blink.

Life around me now feels unsteady, as if the ground no longer knows how to hold me. The silence carries its own weight. Every corner, every moment, feels shaped by the space you once filled.

Trust in anything: moments, promises, even the rhythm of life slips away easily now.

But you… You remain.

Your presence lives inside every heartbeat, every breath that trembles with your memory, every emotion that rises without warning. You continue to shape me, to stay within me—not as something lost, but as a love that refuses to fade, refuses to dim, refuses to loosen its hold.

I walk through a world that no longer feels certain.

But I carry you with me. And that is the one truth I still hold on to.

Love you my betaa, Aabu.