Two mugs, flowers, and a folded letter resting by a sunlit window.

Built from 17,758 messages

Jiya, you are ridiculously loved.

Not in a dramatic filmy way. In the real way: calls, sorry messages, teasing, checking in, standing by you, and somehow saying your name 880 times because apparently one normal "Jiya" was not enough.

Read the letter

What the messages prove

This is not small affection.

01

You are safe with me.

The chat keeps returning to the same promise: if the world is against you, I am still with you.

02

You matter in normal moments.

Calls, tiny updates, late replies, sorry paragraphs, random talks: the ordinary stuff became the important stuff.

03

Your name became a habit.

"Jiya" appears 880 times, including the legendary "jiiiiiyyyyyyyyaaaaaa" energy that no spellcheck could survive.

04

You are allowed to be fully you.

Sweet, chaotic, caring, stubborn, funny, scared sometimes, strong anyway. Loved in all versions.

Receipts from the chat

Actual things I meant.

"Nah I love you tbh Best sister ever"

Aug 25

"U are good U are best U are loved one"

Aug 9

"In short I am with you I love you"

Jul 28

"I will stand with u when world is against you"

Jul 28

"Tere se bat karke accha lagta hai"

Sep 1

"HEARTFELT SORRYY"

Aug 25

The private dictionary

Words that kept showing up.

880 Jiya 398 hehe 201 call 152 sorry 104 love 78 friend 56 best 29 bestie 25 care 20 hug 19 trust 18 stand

The loudest days

When the chat would not sit quietly.

Aug 31
824
Sep 2
731
Aug 7
598
Aug 12
577
Sep 3
538

Dear Jiya,

I made this because saying "I care" in one normal message feels too small for the amount of proof sitting in our chat.

There are 17,758 messages here, and somehow the meaning is still simple: you matter to me. Your mood matters. Your peace matters. Your silly side, your scared side, your sweet side, your full dramatic Jiya side, all of it matters.

I know I joke, I spam, I say sorry in capital letters, and I stretch your name like "jiiiiiyyyyyyyyaaaaaa" because apparently I have no chill. But under all of that is the real thing: I am with you. I love you. I will stand with you when the world feels unfair.

Best sister, bestie, didi, favorite headache, whatever title fits that day: thank you for being you. Please remember that you are good, you are best, and you are loved one. Soooo no chance anyone is sick of you.

But no one cares about me like when i am feeling down no one notices and no one helps when i am feeling down. Not a single person did no a single.

Always on your side,
spare._7