Dear Aman,

Is it okay if I call you dear? Honestly, I don't know. Though I have a hunch that you won't mind.

I still remember the day we met. My first ever interview out of college. And there you were, asking me all type of questions. The memory is so fresh, it just feels like yesterday.

I don't know what you think of me, but a new life began for me that day. No, no, it wasn't that love at first sight kind of thing. No way near it actually. But I've always been inspired by you.

All these months, working with you has been the best phase of my life so far. My definition of journalism got a new meaning to it during these days. The way you write, the way you express your thoughts, it just gets to me in a weird kind of way. It's a feeling I myself cannot define.

And you know how such questions just make me more curious. Such questions whose answers might soar me in the sky or bury me in a grave. Some would say it's better not to find such answers. But that's just not me.

I want to know what these feelings mean to me. I want to know how these feelings would shape up in the future. And I want to find this all out with you. Just like you've been a guide in my career, I want you to be my guide once again.

Will you help me find these answers, Aman?

Your other half,
Shruti.

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"Some feelings are beyond definition. So are some people."