janmashtami ยท for Riya

it's almost midnight.

turn the hand to twelve. someone special arrives.

เคจเค‚เคฆ เค˜เคฐ เค†เคจเค‚เคฆ เคญเคฏเฅ‹, เคœเคฏ เค•เคจเฅเคนเฅˆเคฏเคพ เคฒเคพเคฒ เค•เฅ€

the little one is here. the whole house is awake.

drag the gold hand โ†ป

play the bansuri.

press and hold. let it sing.

some people are like a melody you can't stop humming.

you're that tune for me.

mischievous, sweet, impossible to stay angry at.

basically, a little bit kanha.

and the world gets softer when you're around.

govinda aala re!

build the pyramid. then break the matki.

the makhan chor
makhan chor spotted: it was you all along. we knew.

us

happy janmashtami

Riya

may your life be as sweet as stolen makhan, and as light as a flute's first note.

เคœเคฏ เคถเฅเคฐเฅ€ เค•เฅƒเคทเฅเคฃ

โ€” Arjun