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 , yeah I still remember , you have always been like this , fantasizing trees , just simple trees and urging to do things you are fearful of . So yeah I am not entirely unlinked Tou you ,henceforth this falsifies my feeling of being directly born at this adulthood as I couldn't find links to my younger you . 

      Have you always been this weird , always loving and not having a single person to hate . It also makes me sad to think that you had no aspirations from your elder self , what partner could you have , why did you not have an era where you wanted to marry an army personnel or miraculously fall into matrimony with some childish idiotic crush , would it have been better or worse if you had your horizons broadened from a child phase , if you knew what and how much there actually is, to see , to think , to feel , to read , to write , to be achieved , to develop connections with , Was being limited to securing first position in school the best you could do , .... , ,,,if any other thought , introduced into your young mind , would just produce a disaster.  

      Anyhow , you can't believe how happy I am at you, for growing up so good , for enjoying your village tours, for making the best memories in those muds with the prettiest of your second cousins , for missing them even the day you were leaving the village for back home , being so heart-broken at the separation as if it were from a lover with whom you spent so little time and who you will now see after a whole year . It was so cute and strong of you, because I would always regard , to be able to love , a strength !!!

. For being so tidy in your school uniform and looking for a girl in morning assembly ,the girl you didn't know how and why you suddenly grew fondness of and for being sad if she didn't show up. I am happy about all those little things . I am happy that you were not sensitive and you knew less . I am happy that you had teachers who grew your faith in mentors , for it is one of the strongest factors in maintaing your faith in humanity . I am happy that you knew you would always be loved , always be favourite. Oh , you were always like this , you always fought for what you desired and never settled for less , I do remember how you never stepped a toe in that section you were forcibly put into . You were not a pretty kid and you never thought about that. 

You were always loved and God has always been so kind towards you , so that's the reason you grew up to be so naive and kind and not a strong a person.  

Butttt , I am proud of you . You did well !!