My Dearest Shivani,
It has been ten long years since you left.
From 18 January 2016 to this very moment, there has not been a single day, not a single night, when you have not lived within my thoughts, my memories, my breath.
Perhaps the human heart is the only place where even nature and God lose their power—
because those who are taken away can never be brought back, no matter how deeply they are loved.
Often, I wish this were all just a dream.
That my eyes would open, and you would be standing in front of me—alive, smiling, real.
But every morning arrives as truth:
a heavy heart, tired eyes, and an emptiness that never truly leaves.
And every night, before sleep finds me, I feel your presence so close—as if you never really went away.
The pain of losing you is far greater than words can hold.
My tears have dried with time, but the ache has not.
Smiles still appear on my face sometimes,
but no matter how hard I try, they never reach my soul.
Wherever you are, I pray you are at peace.
This prayer leaves my heart with every breath I take.
When I close my eyes, you appear before me.
Sometimes in the gentle touch of the wind,
sometimes in the quiet fall of rain.
I feel you everywhere—
except in my arms.
And perhaps that is the deepest sorrow of all.
In these ten years, the world has changed.
People have moved forward.
Time has moved on.
But I… I could never move ahead of you.
Life has been difficult, yet I continue to live.
Because somewhere deep inside, I feel that if I ever give up, it would cause you pain—
and that thought alone keeps me going.
I have preserved your memories with such devotion
that they turned into a book—
and through those pages, the world came to know you
in Incomplete Without You.
With tear-filled eyes, I offer you this tribute once again.
I feel the pain of not being able to see you every single day,
yet sometimes I believe you exist even in the passing breeze around me.
If I could change anything,
I would reclaim these ten years lived without you—
and that day when you left.
I do not know whether God truly exists,
but if He does, my only anger towards Him
is your absence.
I never asked Him for anything more than you—
so how could He be so unkind?
I wish I had stopped you that day.
This burden of loss is something I carry every moment.
I am sorry.
I know wherever you are, you would feel hurt seeing me this sad.
You always wanted to see me smiling—
and every day, I try.
I truly try to live with happiness, just for you.
This life feels incomplete.
Perhaps another life awaits us—
and in that life, you will find me again.

My love,
Shivani Sharma

Forever yours,
Nihal Mishra