'Rakhi'

 It's not just a thread,

it’s Tom chasing Jerry 

not to catch, but to keep him safe

from the world’s bigger cats.

rakhi isn’t about rituals,

it’s a quiet pact made louder

with every shared secret,

every side-eye across the room,

every fight that ends with

“okay, but don’t tell mom.”

sometimes it’s blood.

most times, it’s not.

sometimes it’s that one friend

who became family

when they stood between you

and heartbreak,

like a firewall of soft threats

and unmatched loyalty.

this bond?

it doesn’t need a surname,

just shared laughter,

a few bruises healed in silence,

and the unspoken oath:

i got you, always.

it’s protection—

in passwords, in prayers,

in presence.

be it physically standing tall,

or spiritually standing by.

may this rakhi season

plant love in the soil

of every stubborn heart

grow it wild,

grow it real.

happy rakhi.

to the threads,

the hearts,

and the people who tie them together

in ways the world still doesn’t understand.