I honestly cannot remember a time in my life that didn’t have you in it. Even though we technically met on the very first day of MSW, it feels as if you’ve always been with me. I still remember that day so clearly—our seniors welcoming us, all of us trying to figure out our fieldwork placements. And then you stood up and asked, “Who lives near Mathruchaya and Monotype? Who is willing to work with me?”

I heard your voice, and without a second thought, I grabbed the opportunity. I thought I was choosing convenience… but in reality, I was choosing a lifetime friendship. It was meant to be—especially when you came home, met my mother, and figured out you knew her family from your own childhood. That moment sealed the bond we share even today.

With you, Vasu, I can be my most authentic self. I can speak my mind, share my heart, and never fear judgment. I know—deep in my heart—that nothing I say or do will make you love me any less. You may scold me, challenge me, argue with me, or show me another point of view… but you would never, ever leave. If this isn’t friendship across many janmas, I don’t know what is.

I remember fiercely defending you—anytime, anywhere—because you have always deserved that loyalty. Our days in Matruchaya are some of my most cherished memories. I have always admired your sincerity, simplicity, diligence, problem-solving ability, and your willingness to learn. Your sensitivity and empathy run deep; you always look at life holistically, thinking beyond yourself. Truly, Vasu, you are a God-given gift to this world.

I’m endlessly proud of you—of who you are, all that you do, and the graceful way you juggle so many roles. Do you remember our trips to Mandya and Channapatna, searching for the parents of the children from Matruchaya? The endless discussions about life, dance, drama, movies, social work… your ideas for the Nelalu Belaku theatre group used to mesmerize me. Honestly, I think my love for social work—my belief in it as a way of life—grew because of you.

You even taught me how to enjoy good saaaranna with tuppa, akki rotti, and gatti chutney, and how to be patient with authority figures and their never-ending meetings! I smile when I think of Freeda giving us chores and how we’d crib together. I treasure our Lalbagh picnic with the children, the pranks we played, our excitement while planning

“Prerana,” and the grounding wisdom you carried in everything you did. Your voice lives inside me even today; I hear it whenever I meet the social work fraternity or get frustrated at times when things don’t move at the speed we want. The most hilarious moments that we have shared during the conference and I love having your presence with us in all the best moments.

You have been there for every important moment of my life. When my parents passed away, you arrived at exactly the right time, standing by us as we gave them their final farewell.

When I felt lost and orphaned, I knew you were the one person I could run to, the one who would understand. We have journeyed through decades together—through joys, struggles, changes, and quiet moments of deep connection.

Vasu, I truly believe our bond was written long before we met. It was there in past janmas, it is here now, and it will continue far beyond this lifetime. Our friendship is ageless, timeless, and one of the greatest blessings of my life. You are my bestest friend, my closest circle.

And today—celebrating your incredible milestone of 60 years—my heart overflows with joy. Shashtiabdapoorthi is such a fulfilling journey, and I am so happy to share my thoughts and feelings through this note. Thank you immensely Lakshmi and Shraddha for this valuable opportunity.

Vasu, I wish You and Lakshmi many, many more years of love, happiness, and togetherness. May God hold you close, and may the Universe shower you with abundant love, prosperity, good health, positive spirit, energy, enthusiasm, and a long life filled with meaning. May you fulfil every purpose you were born for.

Happy 60th, dear Vasu.

With all my love and affection, always.