To , The precious younger me
First of all , I am very proud of you for growing up with no trauma and for giving me a profession I am proud of . Though it makes me sad sometimes when I can't remember how did you use to think , what did that little brain hoped for , what did that joyful heart desired to have in years to come . What perceptions about the world you hold sacred . But to come to think of , I still remember , yes , it's still very fresh in my mind , how you used to adore your imaginary forest residing closed to your house which was nothing but just far fetched trees appearing clustered when viewed from your roof , how you used to see leave laden trees from train and thought of them as jungle , that image of the first jungle you actually saw in Gujarat , that beautiful river dancing in rain and those wild, screaming to crush , rivers at head trimu and your inner suppressed desire to do something daring and mad , y...