From the temple

A letter for Raman

Raman dressed as little Krishna with a golden flute

My dearest Raman Manchana,

From the moment you arrived on June 29, 2014, you changed everything. Twelve years later, you still teach us what pure joy looks like — that cheeky grin when you know you’re being silly, the way you run toward the ocean without fear, the hugs that make the whole world feel safe.

Today you are twelve — a whole dozen years of being the most wonderful son we could ever ask for. Brave like the waves, bright like the sun, and loved beyond measure. Like an Avatar learning every element, you keep growing into someone extraordinary.

Happy twelfth year, my son. The world is better because you’re in it — and the next chapter will be your best yet.

Forever yours,
Daddy