A letter from July 23rd, 2018

Dear FutureMe, You are 30 as per my calculations and I'm 22. Let's just get into it. Did you finally let yourself be loved? Have we lived independently in a new city? Is mom happy? Did she get to travel and seek herself? Did you finally pick a **** instrument and learnt music! Please pick one and stop making excuses. Violin, flute or a piano are my picks right now. Are you working? Do you like your job? Do you get to travel? Is growing up really that bad? Do you have any real friends? Did you find someone who understands you? Do you finally accept yourself? Are you still super scared of ***** and everything else? Did you ever follow your sufi heart? Did you ever finish reading Autobiography of a Yogi? Do you know who you are more than me? Did you move on from the love of your life who introduced you to 40 rules of love? Can you look after mom? Are you financially stable? Have a house? Are you still challenging yourself? Do you still say 'i am going home' when you're scared. Do you know what that home is? Did you find out? Did you learn to appreciate yourself? Have you been in reciprocated love? How was ***? Are you married or wanting to be? Can you really be ready for that? How? Do you still dream or Europe, Spiti, Ladakh and north east? Are you in India? How is Shridhar? Do you tell him you love him? Do you still write? Still hate everyone? How's husnaa and apra? Parakh, Charvi? Are you lonely? Is growing up really that bad? Does it still hurt? Shivika, will I be okay? Well if you're reading this, you made it to 30. Salute to your balls. Love you loads.