Always wished my man would give me flowers.
Never received any from the ones I seriously dated—at least none that I can recall.
And then, finally, I did.
In Thiruvannamalai, a string of jasmine garland, to be pinned onto my hair… at 4:30 AM on the last Sunday of October 2024, while awaiting the darshan of Arunachaleshwar.
Gifted to me by my fiancé—the one I met 7 years ago, but with whom love (and the courage to admit it) blossomed only recently.
It wasn’t just flowers; it was a long-awaited symbol of love, timing, and destiny.
The Universe had been preparing me for this moment all along. ✨
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