Dearest Parotta nardhanaram,
You like me calling you that, don’t you? It’s funny, right? I mean one message and boom we turned the highest level of friends with stupidity. I never knew I would make plans to get married in the family of brothers just to stay crazy with you. I openly keep expressing how much I love you and you take all of it without throwing me into the list of crazy Idly.
I wish we stand true to the names of Chandler and Joey we call each other and may stay together for at least a day to experience the highest level of craziness ever happened in the world. My chest thumps with pride every time I catch your mood just by looking at your message; it gives me the sense of happiness getting to know your heart.
Your love for your dreams and your heart that beats with empathy spreading compassion and love leaves me in awe. If there’s a need for the definition of selflessness I would just point all my fingers at you, I never saw someone who pats everyone with the same level of pride and the push you give to every writer or every dam person out there can’t be put in words. The marvel you are my Chandler, I just pray to Almighty to bless you with every beautiful thing in the world.
We are different yet together, our way of looking at things differs and both of us have the highest level of freedom to reflect the better versions and look at things in a better light. I wish we stick together in madness and cries, I wish I can be the shoulder you can lean on, I wish I’d be the person whom you can cry and dance with.
With the burning Hope of hearing your DUDEEEE forever, I am signing off not before giving the key of all my hawtness to you!
Until Joey gives up on his food😉
Your Idly💛💛
YOU ARE READING
Dear YOU
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