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My heartfelt gratitude to every single person who has reached out to us in our time of grief. The only thing that's keeping me breathing is reading about the legacy of kindness and generosity he has left behind.
People I don't even know have messaged or tweeted to let me know how he touched their lives, how he helped them, how he got them out of their depression. The numbers are not in tens or hundreds, they are in thousands.
As someone rightly said, he was the real deal in a world of fakes. Someone else said Twitter is bleeding today. I haven't been able to reply to everyone individually. And I'm too choked to answer phone calls. But I'm thankful for all the support. 
Mihir lost his dad when we was 4. He once told me, he's been working and studying since the age of 12 to support his mother. I asked him bara saal ke bache ko kaam kisne diya? And he told me "Wilson college ke signal pe pamphlets baant ta tha".
He was a self made man. Mature beyond his years. Always selfless, always giving. Just last week he tweeted that the doors of Door were open for any and everyone stuck in the rains. Chai and Parle G were on the house from us.
He called me at work that ill-fated day, completely out of breath and barely managed to say "Sulbha... come home". These last words will haunt me forever. I rushed from work immediately. I had learnt CPR just a few months back.
Hoping against hope and desperately praying to God, if there is one, I revised the steps of CPR on my way in the cab. I kept my torch light on in the lift so as to not waste a single second, and as soon as it opened I dashed to my room.
His pupils... Were already dilated and fixed. And yet, I tried my level best at CPR. I tried and I tried and I tried. There was an intensivist on stand by. He had reached before me, my mom had brought him.
And after 10 mins of me desperately trying CPR, he just said "Madam... Stop" 
And that's it. He was gone even before I reached home. He didn't even wait for me. He didn't even give me a chance to try.
And that's it. He was gone even before I reached home. He didn't even wait for me. He didn't even give me a chance to try.
Just the previous day it was raining so heavily, my clinic had to be shut and I was forced to stay back home? Why didn't it rain that day? I would've been home with him! Why does life has to be cruel?
I used to wake up at 6 am for my spinning class. He would come home at 4 am from Door. And yet every single night I lay awake till he got home because I couldn't sleep without his hand on my forehead. Even it it meant sleeping just 2 hours every single night.
And now I'm supposed to live the rest of my life without him? It's so unfair! If lack of sleep was the cause then it should have been me, not him! He always told me the stress would kill him some day and I always said I'm older, I'll go first.
Because I couldn't bear the thought of a life without him. It's not a life now. It's an existence. A punishment. A life sentence meted out to me. Now just as he called me home, he's got to, got to, call me to where he's gone. I need to be where he is.
We never could have babies though we tried over 12 cycles of IVF. In the last one I conceived but my baby was taken away from my womb at 5 months of pregnancy. One fine day his heart just stopped beating. For no reason. All previous reports were normal.
It was devastating but Mihir always assured me it was alright, he was my baby and I was his. And now this baby's heart just stops beating suddenly one day. For no reason. All previous reports were always normal.
My life is now going to be a desolate wait till I'm reunited with him. But until then I need to take care of his mom. The mother he worshipped is my responsibility now. The little baby Caramel I got him on his birthday 2 months back, is my responsibility now.
I was never much of a dog person but Mihir ensured I grew into one. He always told me "You are his mother". And I became one. He never even gave him a bath, he said I needed to learn, that is was my responsibility. And I did. It's like he knew.
He prepared me for this but he didn't teach me how to go on without him. And I cant. I can't be strong. I'm just so tired of being strong for so many years. I give up now.
Caramel is inconsolable. He won't eat, he won't sleep.
Caramel is inconsolable. He won't eat, he won't sleep.
I took him to say his final good bye to his daddy before we took Mihir out of the house on his final journey. He sniffed Mihir's face, he sniffed Mihir's hand, he looked at me and started crying. He's three months old. He's never seen death. And yet he knew. He just knew.
Another baby he's left in our care is his dream, his @DoorNo1Bar. It's not even conceivable for @vishesh2902 and me to continue living after he's gone. It just seems so unfair.
But for his sake, as Vishesh said yesterday, it's not about the money anymore. It's about his dream. And we will make it work. And we need all your support to take Door No. 1 to the heights he had dreamed of. Door is nothing without you all.
Till I see you in heaven baby, I will take care of all that you left me to look after, after you. And whenever we meet, I swear we will dance in Fields of Gold.
You should have been here today. Cutting cakes and pouring drinks... But you're not. And the tragedy is, I still am... Happy Birthday, my love 
@MihirBijur I hope all of heaven is celebrating you today. And everyday.
@MihirBijur I hope all of heaven is celebrating you today. And everyday.
One year & I can still feel the warmth of your hug like it was this morning. 1 year & everything is still untouched. Your guitar in the corner, your toothbrush in its stand. Time stood still when you left. 1 year & my biggest achievement has been that I kept myself alive, & sane.
It just had to rain today...
It rained at the funeral, it rained like mad at the condolence meet, it rained like crazy on his tribute night, it's raining bonkers today.
The love and support I have found here over the last one year has been overwhelming! You guys are so wonderful. Couldn't reply to everyone individually today but I just can't thank you all enough. Thank you for keeping him in your memories and me in your prayers.
