We were just kids back then—carefree, curious, and unaware of the bond we were about to form. You sat beside me on the very first day of school. You were neat, quiet, and focused. I was restless, always forgetting my homework and misplacing my things. And yet, you never got annoyed. Instead, you always helped me—with my books, with my math problems, and later, unknowingly, with life itself. As childhood rolled on, so did our friendship. We raced paper boats during monsoons, played cricket in the bylanes, shared our tiffin, and even got scolded together. Every birthday, every school picnic, every exam result—we were there for each other. To the outside world, we were just best friends. But somewhere deep down, even as kids, we knew there was something special. You were always my calm in chaos. Whenever I got into trouble, you were the one who stood by me, sometimes with a lecture, sometimes with a smile—but always there. You were the first person I told everything to. And honestly,