(Lot of romantic stuff which can be considered cringy and mushy is below, none of you are forced to read this. Do not continue if you are not a big fan of romance in general or my romance writing in particular… this is not for fragile romantics….)

As this blog is being published, something far more important than words is happening. Somewhere away from screens and sentences, I am standing still long enough to realise that life has quietly given me its greatest gift.

I am getting married.

Not someday. Not eventually. Today.

I’ve written about love before, sometimes with humour, sometimes with chaos, sometimes hiding sincerity behind sarcasm. I once called her Queen Elizabeth as a joke, not realizing that life was quietly foreshadowing what she would become, the queen of my life. But some things refuse to remain metaphors. Some people outgrow nicknames and become permanence.

Jane is not just the love of my life, she is my life….. She is my calm in moments where I otherwise overthink existence. She is laughter in the middle of silence. She is patience when I am restless, clarity when I am lost, and warmth when the world feels unnecessarily loud. Loving her has never felt dramatic, it has felt natural. Like something that was always meant to happen, even before we knew how to ask for it.

They say marriages are about choosing each other every day. If that’s true, then this is the easiest choice I’ve ever made. Not because love is effortless, but because loving her has always felt right. Through uncertainty, growth, disagreements, long conversations, and quiet understanding, she has been home in motion.

Right now, while these words go live on their own, I am probably smiling more than usual. Maybe I’m nervous. Maybe I’m emotional. But more than anything, I’m just grateful. Grateful that out of all the stories I could have lived, this is the one I get to continue, hand in hand, imperfectly, honestly, and together.

There was never a single moment when love arrived like thunder. It came quietly, like most things that last. It came in ordinary days, in conversations that stretched longer than planned, in silences that felt safe instead of empty. It came without announcing itself, and by the time it was noticed, it had already taken root.

The journey was not made of only joy. There were days when the world felt heavy, when life demanded more strength than seemed available. There were misunderstandings, pauses, distances that were not measured in kilometers but in emotions. There were moments when everything else moved forward while love seemed to stand still, waiting patiently. Yet, it never weakened. It waited. It learned. It endured.

What held it together was not perfection, but determination. The choice to stay. The courage to return after every disagreement. The humility to listen. The strength to forgive. Love was not always loud, sometimes it was simply present, sitting quietly during difficult conversations, standing firm when fear tried to take over, holding space when answers were not ready.

There were moments when giving up would have been easier. Moments when the future looked uncertain and the path unclear. But love does not ask for convenience. It asks for faith. Faith that even on days when happiness feels distant, commitment can carry the weight.

And so the journey continued, not because it was easy, but because it was true.

Today is not the end of that journey. It is the beginning of a promise. A promise to choose each other every single day. To protect what has been built with patience. To nurture love not just in celebration, but in routine. To remember that success is not found in grand moments alone, but in waking up every morning knowing that love still stands, steady and unshaken.

This story is written with gratitude. Gratitude for a love that taught resilience. For a bond that proved that no matter what comes, doubt, distance, time, or trials….Love, when chosen with honesty and courage, will always find its way through.

There is one small story from our early days that has stayed with me, quietly, like a secret the heart refuses to forget.

It was an ordinary evening at our CA academy. She finished her test before me and left, the way she always had to…on time, and mindful of the clock that waited for her at home. I was still inside, struggling to finish, already knowing I was late. By the time I finally stepped out, more than thirty minutes had passed since she had left.

I knew she would be gone.
I knew I would see her the next morning.
I knew there was no real reason to hurry.

And yet, I ran.

I ran without thinking. I ran even though I knew I would probably miss her. I ran because every second without her felt like a second without something that made me feel whole, something that made me feel… valuable. Back then, love did not feel dramatic, it felt necessary. Being around her, even without speaking, even from a distance, felt like home.

That was the day the moon first began to look different to me. Romantic. Softer. As if it finally had a reason to shine.

I ran so hard that on an inclined road, my legs lost control. I slipped, slid straight onto the main road, and an auto rickshaw rammed into me, sending me flying. For a moment, the world stood still. People gathered. Someone asked, almost casually, “What happened buddy? Missed your bus?”

How could I explain that I might have just missed the beat of my heart?

I picked myself up, bruised, embarrassed, limping toward the bus stop. Under flickering lights, in the quiet darkness, I saw a girl standing alone. She wasn’t watching the buses. Her eyes searched for someone, moving past every stranger, watching each figure walking from far, far away, hoping one of them would finally be me.

SHE HAD WAITED.

Of course she waited.

When I asked why, she shrugged and said, “I don’t know… felt like it. Why? You wanted me to leave?”

And today, standing here, writing this on the day we become one, my answer is still the same.

NO.

I never want you to leave.

You waited that day without knowing why. I ran that day without knowing how. But somehow, love already knew. It knew where to stop. It knew where to wait. It knew where the story was meant to continue.

And today, there is no running. No waiting. No fear of time or distance.

Just you and me, finally standing where we always belonged.

Forever.

#VinnyGotHisJane

Jane’s Vinny!!!