Hi Anuj,
Well, you must live a few more years loving that name because in a few years a theory would level up from bade guru baba's ashram and snatch away that name and leave you with a very boring one. Oh by the way, I'm writing this letter to you because I think if you'll know your future, maybe you'll make amends in your favour.
So first of all, forget about that helicopter and the aeroplane you've been dreaming about. You're never going to be a pilot. I know this is your dream and you tell the same to all the teachers that come for the visit but what's true is true dude. You'll come to know the reasons for yourself. ("dude" is the word you'll learn later, it means friend. There will be many more synonyms too).
Second, live as much as you can in this school, because you're here only till you pass your high school. Then you'll move to a totally newer section of the city where there won't be any chicken(both eatable and wearable).
Third, don't think you're in love with Shalini Ma'am. I know she's beautiful and she's sweet, but she's sweet to all good children and she's not your love. About that feeling, you'll not be aware until your last few months in school.
Fourth, try and visit nani more. Her illness would take over her gradually. And when a news comes with an "urgent" flash, do go with mummy, papa and dada. Or else you'll keep regretting that the entire life.
Okay enough bad news, some good news. Kali Charan Bhaiyaji, who's so rude to all kids, isn't going to live much longer. One morning when you're about to leave for school, you'll get the news that he passed away. You'll get a new bhaiyaji, Ram Avtaar, but he'll not stay for long as papa will buy you a nice grey hero bicycle. You'll not get on the team, but you'll definitely be on the organising team of quanta 08. That'll be the year when you'll get your first phone. But don't get too attached to it, otherwise you'll be glued one night at 1.30 a.m. to your phone blogging from it.
Take good care of mummy and papa. They are the only treasure you have and you will ever have. And dada, he may sometimes be irritating, but always follow his torch.
Sudhir,
Twelve years hence.
In shades of pink and shades of white, As an armor of a plucky knight; At a certain point of day in time, Thou beauty of the summer, thou shine. Three days for the life you wait, Three days to come off your adolescent age; Three days until that green bud sprouts, Three days until your Beauty you flout. Awaiting a time long you once shine, At a morning that all, but you, whine; No sorrow no sign of meloncholy you show, Even though this life you live is miniscule of a blow. Thine head held high with pride, Thine salute to the sun, big smile; Thine beauty above all at prime, Thou Beauty of summer, thou shine. This is the pride that envies me above all, The pride in spite of a life so small; A day thou have, a day that's all, Then too you live life so gay, so tall. With the cheer thou spread across horizons wide, With colours which as the sun, or even bright; The lesson you teach across generations wide, A life lived large is a
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