A letter from November 22nd, 2022

Dear Future me, 2022 November 22, night of cold winter at 11:48pm , me on my bed at hostel room. I just came to know about this app few days before, i always wanted to live in old times, the times of hand written letters, time of purity, no competition, no glamour, no social media, when meeting with each other matters, when sitting together matters, when writing and receiving letters after long means a lot. In the era of social media, social networking, i still prefer tea stained papers, burnt edges, ink pen, peacock fur cap lid, a cup of tea on my window table in rainy autumn nights with light of a candle. Is it to much to ask for a peace and relaxing nights. But i think futureme is not a bad idea as well, i mean i can meet past me in my future, it will good to know how i wanted to be or how i was or what i wanted and what i gained. Meet you in future.