The day became special right from the morning because a few people remembered. My husband’s friend Jeevan, Uma Chitti, my cousin Sandhiya anni, and my Wipro friend Lakshmi took a moment to send their wishes. That thoughtfulness alone made me feel so happy and deeply blessed.
What made the day even better was my husband reaching home early from work — a rare and precious gift in itself. Together, we visited Shri Jai Ambe Karthik Swamy Temple, Vadodara, and the experience was calm, divine, and grounding. As a small token of love and gratitude, we donated ₹1,000 to the temple and requested them to prepare evening prasadham for two days. It felt peaceful and meaningful.
After the temple visit, we did a little shopping at the Tamil shop below — picking up Thangaiah mixture, Mysorepa, and a few groceries. Those familiar flavours always bring a sense of home and comfort.
We then headed to Bayleaf for dinner. The food was below average, honestly — but that hardly mattered. What truly mattered was the company. Sitting with my husband and daughter, sharing conversations, laughter, and a few pictures, made the evening warm and complete. We returned home happy and content.
And then came a moment that made this anniversary even more unforgettable.
I finally made my website — https://maithilyarulraja.com/ — live.
A dream I had quietly carried for years.
As a writer, I had never created a portfolio for myself. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I kept waiting for the “right time.” Today, after careful planning, patience, and a lot of self-belief, I finally made it happen. I asked my husband and daughter to click the “Publish” button and make the website live — a small gesture that symbolised big support, love, and faith.
That website is crafted with so much love and intention. It isn’t just a portfolio; it’s a reflection of my journey, my words, and the courage it took to finally choose myself.
This anniversary reminded me that milestones don’t always come wrapped in grand celebrations. Sometimes, they arrive quietly — in remembered wishes, temple bells, shared meals, and dreams that finally go live.
And that, to me, is everything.
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