My dearest Saritha,

From the day you were born on August 2, 1982, the world gained something rare — a woman of quiet strength, radiant warmth, and a heart big enough to hold an entire family. Forty-four years later, you still take my breath away.

You are the anchor of our home — the one who turns ordinary mornings into blessings, who holds Raman and our daughter with a love so fierce and gentle it humbles me every day. You make us better. You make me better.

Happy 44th birthday, my love. You are not just the mother of our children or the partner in my life — you are my greatest blessing. May this year wrap you in the same joy you give us, every single day.

Forever yours,
Your Husband