Hey Love,

A last letter today, love. And doesn’t it feel like a journey? A beautiful, soul-stirring one. A journey of letters, memories, and reflections. From A to Z—it’s been a ride. Emotional, intense, sometimes heavy, sometimes full of hope. But every letter had a part of you in it. And even though this one marks the end of the alphabet, it doesn’t mean the end of my words to you. In this journey, we’ve walked through so much—your thoughts, your growth, your emotions, your strength. It feels like a story in itself. Don’t worry—I’ll keep writing to you more often.

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But this letter… this one is meant to be a closure. A final note that carries weight. It’s not just another letter. It’s the end of a chapter. And if we’re closing it, let’s do it properly. Let’s make it meaningful. It should be a celebration, a grand sum-up of your journey—everything you’ve lived, learned, and felt through this series.

Like the ending of one of your favourite movies, Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara, this isn’t goodbye—it’s a celebration.  There’s that moment in the film when each character just… gets it. This letter is that moment. A reminder that life doesn’t give you second chances.  You get one life. That’s it. And it’s yours to live fully.

This letter is your reminder, love: To Live. You have one life. One single shot. And you’ve spent too much time on pause. I get it—life’s been rough. You’ve dealt with more than you ever expected. You’ve carried pain, grief, confusion, guilt, and a sense of being lost. But now, it’s time.  Live life to the fullest. Embrace the drama, play your part, wear your scars like jewellery, and dance through the chaos. Step into the character you’ve been chosen to play, and make the most of your time on this stage.

This path hasn’t been easy. It’s had its hurdles. But be honest—who really wants a smooth ride with no turns? What’s the thrill in a story with no twists, no climbs, no leaps of faith? The thrill, the depth, the lessons—they come only when you’ve walked through fire and still smiled. 

I know that when you sit quietly with yourself, you feel the shift. You remember the version of you who laughed louder, talked endlessly, and lit up every room. You miss her.  So what’s stopping you? I know my absence plays a part. I know it left a silence in you. And I feel that too. I feel it in your words, in your stillness, in how quiet you’ve become. But love, I don’t like seeing you this way—dimmed, dulled, distant.

Where’s my love who would answer “what’s up?” with a wild story, a joke, or a monologue about something beautifully absurd? Where’s the spark, the light, the relentless energy? Where’s my Chatterbox?  The one who found poetry in everyday life, magic in the mundane?  It feels like she’s taken a backseat. Don’t let her fade. Not for anyone. Not even for me. You’re still her. She’s still inside you. Don’t bury her under routine, responsibilities, or sadness. Let her back in.

Live again—not just for me, but for you. For the dreams you still carry. For the laughter waiting to be shared. For the life that’s still unfolding. That spark, that joy, that unstoppable life in you—it’s still there. Waiting.

Yes, life has been unfair. Yes, you’ve lost people, moments, and even parts of yourself. But that doesn’t mean it ends here. This is the beginning of something new. You’ve got this one life. Make it yours. Fully and fiercely. It’s not going to wait for you to be ready. So take it. Own it. Do the things that make you feel like you again. And please remember this: I may not be right beside you, but I’m with you in every bold step you take toward yourself. This isn’t the end of anything. It’s just the beginning of the next part of your journey.

So live like it matters. Laugh like you mean it. Cry when you need to. Speak your truth. Take the trip. Dance without a reason. Say yes more often. Say no when you must. Do the thing that scares you just a little. Dance on tables, sing off-key, wear what makes you feel electric. Post cringe. Be cringe. Fall flat, get up, and try again.

Because, love—Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. You don’t get this life again. You were never meant to play it safe. So make it count. You were always meant to live it in full colour.

With you always,
Always Your Sunshine.

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