13.10.2025

Something really sweet happened today — something small but powerful enough to stir a thousand emotions inside me.

A friend called out to me as “Shruti Nikhil Salunke.”

It took me a second to register it, but the moment I did, I smiled. That one moment filled me with warmth — like a child being lovingly called by someone dear. It made me smile instantly. There was a strange comfort in hearing “Shruti Salunke” again, after becoming “Shruti Nikhil Chauhan.”

For a few seconds, I felt like I was transported back in time — back to the “Salunke” I used to be. The one surrounded by her family, wrapped in love, and rooted in her childhood. It made me realize how deeply that name still lives in me.

Now, being called both Salunke and Chauhan, I find myself somewhere in between — balancing two worlds, two families, and two shades of love.

Hearing “Salunke” again brought a rush of memories — of laughter, comfort, and the stories that shaped me. Those were the days that built my values, my personality, my little quirks — all of which now live within the new name, the new life I’ve stepped into.

Maybe that’s why I felt butterflies in my stomach — because somewhere, quietly, I miss being called Shruti Pramod Salunke. That name isn’t just an identity; it’s a piece of my soul, a reminder of who I was before life added new chapters.

Sometimes, I wonder — what if, in some parallel world, a woman could carry both names together? Her father’s and her husband’s. What if our names reflected not a change, but a continuation — a blending of stories rather than a shift of identity?

Wouldn’t it be beautiful to share that emotional connection of names, instead of replacing one to begin another?

Because a women doesn’t just carry a new name — she carries stories, love, respect, and the weight of emotions behind every word that defines her.

It’s never just a change of surname.

It’s the quiet, beautiful transformation of an entire life.