Happy Birthday, My Bubsyyy 💛

A Letter To My Forever, Bubsyyy 🤍

Bubsyyy,

First of all — happy birthday, my love, my headache, my biggest comfort, and my daily dose of chaos 😜

Do you even realize how special you are? Like, genuinely? I don’t think you do. You walk around making everyone laugh, calming people down, solving problems, being all sweet and patient… and then somehow, you still find time to deal with me. That alone deserves a national award, honestly. 😂

When I think about you, I can’t decide what I love more — your calmness or your madness. You’re this perfect mix of soft and strong, patient and dramatic (yes, Amraindra Bahubali, I’m talking about you 🫶🏻). You make everything feel lighter — my worries, my moods, my life.

Remember the first time we met? After all those years of talking, I finally saw your face in person — and my brain just went, “Oh no… it’s over. I’m done for.” Because right there, standing in front of me, was the person who somehow already knew me — the annoying, overthinking, weirdly emotional me — and loved me anyway.

You’ve made ordinary things feel magical — like random phone calls, diary updates about your work, our little Gurudwara visits, the walks, the birthdays, even the silly fights. Everything with you becomes a memory I never want to outgrow.

And I know we’ve had our rough patches — our fights, our quiet nights, our “I’m not talking to you” moments — but we always find our way back. You always find a way to make me laugh when I’m angry. And I always find a reason to love you more after every fight. That’s what makes us us.

You make me feel safe — not in a boring way, but in a “I can be completely myself and you’ll still stay” kind of way. You make me feel understood even when I don’t make sense. You make me believe that real love isn’t about perfection — it’s about patience, effort, and laughter in between tears.

I don’t say it enough, but I see you trying. I see you growing. I see you caring in your quiet ways. And I love that version of you — the one that shows up, even when tired.

I want this birthday to remind you of how loved you is — not just by me, but by everyone who’s lucky enough to have you in their life. You’re special, Bubsy. Not in a generic way — in a “Buggu-approved, one-in-a-billion, probably sent by the universe to annoy and love me forever” kind of way 🤭💫

So here’s my wish for you:
May you laugh louder this year, dream bigger, and never forget how proud I am of you. May you keep finding joy in little things — in long drives, random songs, lazy Sundays, and the way I still steal your attention mid-work 😌

And may every year from now on have me right there with you — nagging you, loving you, feeding you parathas, and calling you my Bubsyyy every chance I get 🩵

I love you — endlessly, stupidly, beautifully, and with all that I am.

Forever your Buggu 🤍
(the girl who still gets butterflies every time you call her name)