hey ri
i've been meaning to tell you something
you, ready for the night
every year
the lights come back. and somehow, so do we.
and me, right beside you
truth is
my favorite part of Tihar has always been you.
a bouquet I hoped would say enough
remember
how ordinary days felt like something worth keeping.
slow afternoons, nothing urgent
and then
you'd laugh, and the whole room would rearrange itself.
you, turning a plain day ridiculous
ri
I don't need a festival to choose you. but I want this one with you.
the quiet way you hold me
so
before the night gets louder. this is me, asking softly.
gentleness, in the middle of everything
still here. still choosing this.
the days in between
will you spend Tihar with me again?
Happy Tihar
from me to you, dherai dherai maya ri