Dear Me
Today is my 37 th birthday. If I can whisper to my teenage self, what advice, warning and insight I might share? This is the letter I would write my 17-year-old self. Dear Me, I have good news and bad news. I’m afraid the good news won’t sound so good now - but in time like every door that shuts in your face, another will open and in the end you will be rejoicing that it slammed and locked you out so that you were forced to try another. Well, at the age of 37 years in 20 years into the future, you are not going to marry a beautiful girl or living in a big house with your beautiful kids for that matter. Now, don’t start sulking because you haven’t heard the worst part yet. Brace yourself; you will be living in a small room (actually maid’s room) with your mom and dad in Keramat. Yup, you will not be living in New York, London, Paris or Tokyo. I know, it wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but really the world we grew up is not what you imagined. Same goes the world you will find i
