The Other Woman.

For papers may tear and colors may fade, but my words would never!

Happiest Birthday, my child!

I am eerily sorry for not being able to give this to you on time. Also, the fact that I can’t gift you expensive ass gifts. However, I have put bits and pieces of our memories together- bound by my paltry *talent* of poetry. All I want you to know is that when the going gets hard without me or because of me, fall back to these poems and I shall smile to you through the lines :)

Yours (and only yours),

Piyush Bhaiya <3

Happiest Birthday, my child!

I am eerily sorry for not being able to give this to you on time. Also, the fact that I can’t gift you expensive ass gifts. However, I have put bits and pieces of our memories together- bound by my paltry *talent* of poetry. All I want you to know is that when the going gets hard without me or because of me, fall back to these poems and I shall smile to you through the lines :)

Yours (and only yours),

Piyush Bhaiya <3

You’ve made me a better person, a better senior, a better elder brother and a better human. I shall forever be indebted to you and the most I could do is to dedicate small things, tuck yellow flowers to you ear, write poems, eye roll and make snarky comments like no other! I love you sm. STOP GLOATING. NOW GO READ THE POEMS I HAVE WRITTEN!!

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