I've been meaning to write this for a long time, and it's taken me just as long to find the right words. Life has been so full lately that I can hardly remember the last time I really sat down and thought about you. But recently, you've been on my mind some of the days. For a while, I was scared that I might have forgotten the memories we shared. But, to our relief, I haven't. I still remember how we first met on Facebook, chatting late into the night, losing track of time. The excitement and anticipation of waiting for the summer break, knowing that we would finally meet in person, was almost unbearable. I remember sitting in the taxi, heart racing, filled with a mix of excitement and doubt, your messages pinging every 10 to 15 minutes: “Where have you reached?” I’ll never forget stepping out of the taxi in that misty evening at the Darjeeling stand, craning my neck to find you in the crowd. The nervousness, the butterflies in my stomach, and then the warmth of your ha...