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I remember meeting a lanky, charming 21-year-old with a world of ambition and dreams. He had this magnetic quality, drawing people to him without even trying. I married him because he could cook and because he could talk to me about anything under the sun, and because—if I’m being honest—he’d borrowed so much money from me that marrying him felt like the only way I could get it back. But more than that, I married him because he was one of a kind—a beautiful soul who loved deeply and fully.
Thank you, Universe, for giving me this rare, genuine love, for giving me Monjit. And thank you to all of you, his friends, for being part of his journey. The love and goodwill you showered upon him in his final days is the only thing he could take with him, and it’s something he earned in abundance. Monjit, you can check out, but you can never leave, because you will live on in our hearts with the beautiful memories you’ve given us.
Cheers to a life well-lived, my love. If grief is the price we pay for love, then even this debilitating grief is a small price for the immense love I received from you. Till we meet again, my beautiful soul.