Dipal,

I've been writing this letter in my head for months. I never knew the right way to say it, so I'll just say it plainly:

You are my favorite thing. My first thought in the morning, my last one at night, and every quiet one in between.

Twenty-five years ago today, the world got something it didn't deserve. Twenty-five years later, it gave that something to me.

Happy birthday, bairu.

Yours, always — parshwa