The story of how we met started at the garba in Florence, South Carolina. We didn’t expect to find one another but that’s exactly what makes the union so amazing. Here is the story of how we met. I am glad my friends convinced me to go to Florence for garba. I was against going to because I didn’t know anyone there. When we got there, I saw Kajal walking up to my friends. They hugged and said hello to each other and she left. Then we were standing in a line for food and Kajal cuts in front of us with her friend. I immediately call them out and jokingly told them there is no cutting in line and they need to go to the back. She laughed and made some remark. Then, we bantered for the rest of the night. The funniest thing was that I didn’t know her name, but I was very excited to see her again next night. Dhaval came to garba with our mutual friends. I greeted them and went my own way, but I didn’t notice Dhaval at first. It was later in the night where I noticed him. I saw him in line waiting for food so I cut in front of him, hoping he wouldn’t notice and call me out. Fortunately, he did which led to us bantering for the night. As the night went on, our friend group talked, joked around, and played garba. That one night led to the next which was the beginning of our journey. Our story began by chance but continues to unfold with every moment we share.