Nikhil Joshi

I grew up between VHS tapes and film posters, and somehow, the story I cherished most wasn’t on any reel — it was the one I lived with Winnie. I never needed fireworks; I believed in the slow zoom, the lingering look, the unspoken line. My love story wasn’t written in fate or pandit predictions — it was built over shared samosas, film debates, and a thousand cups of perfectly sweetened chai. I’m not the hero who sweeps you off your feet. I’m the one who remembers your favorite song, holds the umbrella, and knows you — frame by frame.