I made you something. It has statistics, receipts, and feelings. Sound on. 🎧
One year of us, audited with alarming thoroughness.
Met me. And also my parents! Which is crazy, but thank you for doing that. And it's the date I asked you to be my girlfriend. Best yes I've ever received.
That's one every 23 minutes, for a whole year.
1,118 of these were sent between midnight and 4 AM.
Source: our actual chat. 🧾
727 calls. 218 hours. That's 9 entire days of this year spent together on call. Here's to more dates, and soon, in person. 🥂
Final score: we both win. Mostly you.
Source: our actual chat.
I said "babu" 1,271 times. You said it 309.
I am owed 962 babus. Payable in Year 2.






You mentioned them almost as much as you mentioned me. Almost. I couldn't leave them out.




Here's to more gains. And to whoever is winning, we're not saying it out loud. (you are)
Every sketch you've made me, archived and treasured. These rescued more of my ordinary days than you know. 🎨








Curated by you. I just live here.
Rimil,
One year. It went by so fast, and somehow it also feels like I have known you forever.
This year had its ups and downs for me, and you were there through every single one of them. You are strong, and still a little confused sometimes, which works out perfectly, because I get to be the wise man. We both know how much I enjoy that role.
Somewhere between 22,804 messages and two calls a day, I realised you are not just my girlfriend. You are my partner and my best friend. We talk for hours and I still miss you ten minutes later. It makes no sense. I have stopped questioning it.
Thank you for every sketch you make me. I have kept all of them. They have fixed more of my bad days than you know.
Thank you for flying all the way to Guwahati exactly one year back and saying yes.
Happy one year, bub. I love you. Here's to more good mornings, more calls, and more of your drama.
- Agam
Cancellation policy: there isn't one. 💍