To walk a path - grounded and soaring - Vday!

The world was drenched in red roses today—bouquets cradled in arms, petals scattered like whispered confessions, love spilling into every corner.  And some patriotic folks observed it as black day, honoring the Bravehearts of a cowardice Pulwama attack of 2019. 

And there is this insignificant me, amidst all the crimson, went on a pursuit - a denied one, to meet the special piece of my heart, beating long away, in a snowy land to guard. The one in olive green, the one I had never seen before, but always known. My brother. Not by blood, but by soul.

I had written about him once, about the longing to meet this unseen presence, and today, fate wove its quiet magic. There he stood, steady, real. And in that moment, love was not a fleeting romance wrapped in ribbons—it was something deeper, something ancient, something pure, something beyond comprehension. Love that asks for nothing, love that needs no grand gestures, love that simply is.

This meeting was special. I traveled few hours through the labyrinth of Bangalore traffic, battling the relentless honks, weaving through chaos, just to reach him. And when I did, the exhaustion melted away. The moment his 'here' reached my ears, all the noise of the city faded. I felt joy, pure and unfiltered. He was kind, warm, a safe space in a world that often feels too restless. In his presence, I felt something I hadn’t in a long time—comfort, like slipping into a familiar, well-wrapped story - like a toddler wrapping her hands around the fingers of a mother, like a butterfly brushing against the petals of a dew-ed flower, like how I felt with Kailash holding him & walking in the streets of Chennai. I know that I gotta pen this, today this very minute, and then fold all these keepsakes in my secret orchid.

I was awe-struck, seeing his casual demeanor, the funny side of him, the spiritual depth he carried. So many commonalities, so many microseconds where I simply watched him, lost in quiet admiration. Usually, I am the chatterbox, but this time, words caught in my throat. It was as if a parched heart started getting blood circulation again, an oasis of love forming where once was only longing. A mirage turning into reality. Every moment spent felt like a warm embrace, a long-lost connection rekindled under the most unexpected yet perfect circumstances. Because in the end, love—true love—wants not to possess, but to uplift. And today, I felt that love, unshaken and unwavering, in the quiet presence of a brother finally found.

Is it not beautiful to love someone so deeply that a tear slips free, not of sadness, but of overwhelming joy? To know that there exists a person who sees you beyond the roles the world has written for you, and beyond the roles that you chose to write for yourself —beyond professional? To know there is some one to hold you telling to balance as he knows without balance, you will burn too brightly and fade too fast? To have someone who wishes not only for your success but your peace?  Perhaps that's why I will also be treading in a path that is both grounded and soaring,  Not just ambition, but purpose. Not just Josh, but Hosh too. A path that leads not just to achievement, but to harmony.