When I was in 8th / 9th standard, I started to keep a diary where I wrote down all my thoughts and secrets. From my frustrations with the exam results, to my friend’s secret story , to my own version of chicken soup for the soul, It would’ve been nice if I can read again what I wrote then and maybe tap into my old self. Unfortunately, however, I’m an idiot who misplaced that diary. Much thanks to the internet, I can now keep a diary and read it anytime, anywhere. And so, I’ve decided to write a letter, addressed to my self ten years from now. By then, I’d be 34, and maybe, just maybe… I’d still be very happy. Dear 34 y/o Grishma, How are you? I honestly hope and pray that you’re doing well and that things have turned out the way you planned them to. Have you seen the world yet? I know you have always wanted to do that, to get out of this place, not to run away from it all but to experience the world as it was made to be. By now, I’d assume you’ve been to Japan, Australia and America al
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