#OpenLetter to the Friend that Matters

Dear I-don’t-know-what-I-am-doing-with-my-life younger-self,

The only dream that is worth pursuing is one that won’t leave you alone. Pay attention to it. Believe in that when you can’t find the wherewithal to believe in anything else.

Waiting until you’re older and wiser is a stupid plan. Experience, age and knowledge will only batter that self-confidence. You only need courage.

Don’t listen to them. They don’t know better. If you have to, find a way to work with them but don’t let go of your silly dreams.

You don’t need self-belief. It is an elusive feeling that comes and goes. Instead of battering yourself for being riddled with doubts, do. Be. Fight. Give up. Fight again. That should be enough to shut up the bitch.

There is no substitute for hard work or prayer. They go hand-in-hand. Pray, bless your dreams but don’t forget to work for that dream. For how else will the powers above know where to shower their blessings?

Everything you have lived through – every triumph, every scar, every frustration – will ultimately help you get there. Don’t begrudge them.

Don’t make a Plan B. If you aren’t certain of Plan A; make a Plan A that you’re certain of. Making so many plans will only divide your resources.

It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. Use it as a mantra. Repeat it to yourself when things are spinning out of control. It won’t solve your problem but it will calm you enough to be able to think of a solution.

Oh one last thing – I love you.

Your older still-not-wiser self

This was written as part of a writing ‘contest.’ Not a big fan of open letters myself, I almost dismissed the contest. But when I put hand-to-keyboard, this emerged. Nothing came out of the contest but this letter – words I am learning to live by.


How very fragile your God must be

To be threatened by little old me

How very insipid must He be

To be belittled by the likes of me

How very powerless this limitless power

To lose His significance to the powerful me.

Is it your omnipotent God

Or your impotence

That cannot tolerate my perceived defiance?

Is your God so in need of your protection

Of your crying wolf in His name?

Why then he is no god at all

But a mere mortal who cannot permit dissent.


Editing is a humbling exercise

When I finished writing my first draft, I felt this sense of achievement, like my dream was finally within reach. After that last full-stop had been put, I sat back, admiring my courage, my idea and my writing. I was so happy and so full of that happiness that I decided to treat myself and announce to everyone that I had at least put the story down.

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Cheers to The Boy Who Lived

I was late to the Harry Potter bandwagon. I started reading from the fourth book and I was enchanted and thrilled and *please add more adjectives as I take a pause to appreciate the beauty that was The Goblet of Fire* I couldn’t put that book down and I remember I was at the whole Barty Crouch Jr. reveal when guests came over. I had to keep disappearing from time to time because I. Simply. Had. To. Know. how it would end before school the next day.

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When Hunter returned to the land of the living, it was with an intense need to urinate. It helped that he hadn’t been tied up. Once he had relieved himself, he patted his body to take stock of the damage done. Except for a slight bump on his head, a dry and bitter mouth, aching limbs and anger, he was fine.

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Urmilla: Part IV

She didn’t want to. She had promised herself she wouldn’t return. But her curiosity got the better of her. Next morning, making an excuse that sounded untrue even to her ears, Urmilla went to the same place, sat at the same spot, in the same position with her feet dipped in the water. She fervently hoped Master Mei Ling, whether figment of her imagination or not, would show up.

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#BlogchatterEbook Carnival Reflections

I take on the baton of Blogchatter Ebook Carnival from Runjhun whose Ebook #Urdu- A Sufi Celebration of Life is also a part of the mix.

About Runjhun’s EBook: This book is a Sufi celebration — a celebration of love, humanity and values that seem to be losing their sheen.Simple, relatable and everyday life lessons are woven around equally simple and easy to use Urdu words that can easily become a part of the reader’s day to day lingo. And since Urdu is a language of the poets and a home for some of the finest poetry/couplets (ghazal, nazm, shayari and so on), these pieces are riddled with my most favorite pieces of Urdu poetry or shayaris, many of which formed the background score of my childhood that echoed with my mother’s favorite Jagjit Singh’s ghazals.

It is not everyday that you get an opportunity to showcase your writing on a platform that is working hard to give you the reach that all writers secretly desire. So thank you Blogchatter for that and may the force be with you as you continue waving that magic wand.

Since thinking and overthinking is a side product of being a writer, I have been reflecting what this experience has taught me (and since I love bullet points, I am going to present my scattered thoughts into a comprehensible list):

  • I have definitely become less afraid to publish that post on my blog. Now my writing is ‘out there’ and even though I don’t have a huge audience (yet), it is still there for posterity and that does not scare me.
  • This exercise has given me a teeny-tiny taste of what it means to be an ‘Author’ and that has shattered my proverbial rose glasses. I still have them mind you, but the rosiness is tinted with a healthy dose of pessimism and a respect for the craft.
  • I am slowly coming to realize I can be a writer.
  • I now know that I have no idea what my ‘unique voice’ is. I don’t know if I bring heart, soul, toes, feet, muscles, etc. into my writing. I don’t know if my writing ‘connects with the audience in unique and moving ways.’
  • I hate marketing. Always have. Always will.

My entry into the Blogchatter eBook Carnival is simply called ‘Mayank.’ It is the story of a man who is going through a mid-life crisis. Read to find out how he battles his inner demons, as he tries to understand why the sea makes him feel empty.

My eBook can be downloaded for FREE here: Mayank – Suchita Agarwal

I pass on the Baton of Blogchatter Ebook Carnival to Geethica Mehra whose Ebook The Power Within is also a part of the mix.

About Geethica’s Ebook: The whole book will be filled with dense fall of motivation. Come along and understand the different emotions and flavors of relationships in life.