A Valentine for Abhaya Sharma
Abhaya Sharma,
I do not bring crowns or promises of kingdoms. I bring a steady presence: honest, patient, and quietly warm. Meeting you felt like finding a light that keeps its calm through snowfall.
In a world that often rushes, you are a moment of stillness. A reminder that some things are worth waiting for, worth protecting, worth remembering.
Winter strips things to their truth. Stones remain, fires reveal, and promises are measured by the nights they survive.
I offer no grand vows — only a steady choice, again and again.
Steadfastness and truth — the foundation that does not waver
Quiet affection and care — beauty that grows without demand
Respectful boundaries and safety — protection given freely
Dear Abhaya,
In a season of long nights, I hope to be a warm place you can rely on. Not a wildfire to consume you, but a hearth to return to when cold comes.
You carry a quiet strength that the world too often overlooks. I see it. I admire it. And I want you to know that such strength deserves rest, too — a place where you do not have to be strong alone.
I do not promise perfection or certainty. I promise only this: to show up, to listen, to stay when staying matters. To weather whatever winter may come, side by side.
If you would like, walk with me through this winter — slowly, honestly, and with openness.
With quiet regard and steady warmth,
— Sundram
If winter comes again, may we meet it with steady light.
The North remembers. And so shall I remember this — the moment I chose to speak.