Saharsh and Sonam sitting close together at a restaurant table at night.

A private birthday film / 16 July

One evening. All the nights after.

Happy birthday, Sonam.

I made this because a normal birthday message felt a little too small.

Open it slowly

This one first

Happier

Marshmello + Bastille

Press play when you are ready.

01

Gangtok / one evening

The day I stopped checking the time.

I was so nervous before seeing you. Then I met you and somehow it just felt easy.

We arrived and started playing.

I had overthought everything before this. Then we started playing games, taking pictures, and being completely normal about none of it.

I had overthought everything before this.
Then we started playing games.
And somehow it just felt easy.
A quieter moment in the middle of all of it.
Pretending not to enjoy the camera.
Completely normal behavior.

We kept making the evening ours.

At some point we were playing games, drawing on each other, taking way too many pictures, and making the evening completely ours.

You taking the paper very seriously.
The table kept collecting evidence.
Drawing on paper was apparently not enough.
One of the temporary masterpieces.
This is basically the whole evening in one picture.
The table got messier. The evening got better.

We left evidence everywhere.

By the end, the table was a mess, our arms were covered, you had flowers, and I still wasn't ready for the day to be over.

The drawings washed off. I still remember the whole night.
And another one.
You and the flowers.
And then it was somehow already time to leave.

02

From far away

The versions of you I get to know.

I like getting these little pieces of your life. You outside, you doing your own thing, and you being completely unserious.

A little more of your world.
Even the gym updates made it in.
And this version too.
And then there are the dressed-up pictures.
The little pieces of your life I get to see.
You, a book, and the hills.

03

The nights after

Still here. Just on a screen.

Food, tiny celebrations, getting ready, random conversations, and sometimes just existing on the same screen.

Food and random conversations

Eating together, technically.EATING TOGETHER
Random conversations that became part of the day.STILL HERE

Tiny celebrations

Your side of the tiny celebration.RECEIVED
My side of the same idea.STILL HERE
Tiny celebrations.AFTER HOURS

Getting ready while I stayed there

Keeping each other company.STILL HERE
More getting ready. I was still there.RECEIVED

And the calls that got sleepier

Getting to be there, even from far away.AFTER HOURS
The sleepy calls deserve their own evidence.STILL HERE
Staying a little longer.AFTER HOURS

No context

We both know.

No context. We both know.

For you

A birthday letter.

Happy birthday, Sonam.

I don't really know how to write this without making it sound like a speech, so I'm just going to say it normally.

I was very nervous before meeting you. I had overthought everything. What I would say, whether it would feel awkward, whether the easy conversations on calls would feel the same in person. Then I sat down with you and all of that disappeared. It was just easy.

We ate, played games, drew on each other's arms, clicked way too many pictures, and somehow hours passed without feeling like hours. I still look at those photos and remember the messy table, the paper, the drawings, you with the flowers, and me already not wanting the day to end.

And theennnn, calls with you became part of my normal day. Seeing what you were eating. Watching you get ready. Tiny celebrations through a screen. Random conversations. Sometimes doing absolutely nothing and still not wanting to hang up. Even that ice picture that requires no explanation.

I still think about the second time we were supposed to meet. Leaving early was the right thing to do, and I know that. But I hated that we lost that time. I wanted one more hour with you. Probably more, if I'm being honest.

You are sweet, caring, funny, and also a bully. Somehow all of those things fit together. You make me laugh. You make me feel calm. You make ordinary parts of my day better. I like who I am around you, and I like that talking to you never feels like I have to perform.

I don't know if a birthday website is the normal way to say this. It probably isn't. But I didn't want to hide it behind another joke either.

I love you.

I'm not saying it because I expect anything from you today. I just didn't want to keep it unsaid.

Happy birthday, Sonam. I hope today makes you feel even a little as loved as you make me feel.