Dear Kimli,

happy 20. Yet again you have surpassed me by one year for three months. It’s scary, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll catch up to you soon.
Then we’ll be scared together.
🦖

smol pipoco in a smol dungaree

smol pipoco on the floor

smol pipoco: the piano maestro

pipoco in a pretty outfit

sunkissed pipoco

kewtiepipocs

I remember for your 18th birthday, I wanted to write you an album. I could write some lines and then never finish. Come to think of it, we have a lot of unfinished business. We gotta resolve some on my ‘business trips’ to Goa. I told you a while ago, about how I think you’re too special compared to the rest of the world. In fact, I’m putting you to shame by even comparing you with anybody else. Mother Teresa doesn’t have shit on you. The pope can’t touch you (he better not). Gandhi would wish he was half as nice as you. Kanan would sell his left testicle to be as funny as you. And I? I would worship you. I don’t believe in a God, but if I were to put my faith in someone, it would be you.

Dear Kimberly,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to write to you and share some thoughts that have been on my mind. The weather has been quite (un)pleasant lately, and it has made me reflect on our past experiences and cherished memories.

Even after having met you five times, it still feels surreal to think that the only reason any of this could happen was because of your (controversial) opinion on taarak mehta ka ooltah chashma. There's so much lore behind us and so many phrases that we birthed and killed since that first day on a discord vc. Our tiny little rituals. Me stealing all your genius jokes. You never helping me put on the lights I bought to decorate my room. Spending birthday nights on facetime. It's always such a surprise when I think about how I've not known you all my life.
Kimli, I know I can be quite ignorant at times but it’s never anything against you, it’s just me sometimes. I don’t like that one bit. There have been so many subtle cues I missed out on. Like that heart locket. This little gift of a space on the internet specifically dedicated to celebrate your existence is the least I can do for you. You deserve so much love and so much happiness kimli.
Our last meet was a little melancholic. What a gloomy saturday, no? I still really really enjoyed your company. It feels safe to be around you. I feel unconditionally loved around you. Regardless of all the things that we've been through, I am still so so happy to be able to have you on the other end of a phone call. And I need you to know that I'm always on the other side of a phone call whenever you need one.
You asked me to write you a letter when I was leaving. Then you mentioned it would be difficult for you to receive it. You can't see my handwriting here (it's quite similar to the font) but regardless, I wanted to write you this digital letter. So here it is.

I look forward to hearing from you soon. Take care and best wishes.

Sincerely,
Veer Aryan :)
P.s: I bought a little winkies cake that I'll eat tonight at midnight to celebrate your buttday. Happy 20 little buttock.