I adore my delhi parivaar. Each one of them. No matter how much tukku crticises me, I know deep down she is a secret fan. I loved the ppt she made on my birthday. No matter how non chalant chhota is, I know she fw me. Each insight she has in the background of your vms is so funny. Bhabs is the mischievous, creative younger brother that everyone would want. I still have the gift, paper monster, he gave me next to my table. Mummy ji, above all, is truly my inspiration. The stuff you’ve told me she’s suffered and still stands so strong. I absolutely love her hospitality (paao bhaaji too). She gave me the pink envelope when we first met and I still have that envelope and 500 ka note in my table drawer. Meri golu ke baarein mein kya hi kehna. From the day I got to know golu is your nickname, I can’t unsee it. I love my golumolu bsf so much 💕. Thank you, all of you, for making someone who lives hundreds of kilometres away feel like he always had a place in THE Delhi Parivaar.