Week-2 Integrative Seminar

Today’s class was all about introspection and retrospection. We were made to think of the oldest memories, something that we remembered not what we were told. We were then asked to take 3 pictures from a particular memory which we remember and write a letter to our younger self who is in that photograph. So here it is:

To my 13-year-old self,

                             It is going to be very difficult for you here but you’ll get through the tough time. I am not trying to scare you but just simply telling you the truth. Watching your dada cry for the first timed seeing him turn the car around midway and going back home is going to be difficult. Seeing your mom cry is going to be difficult. Not seeing your dad around is going to be difficult. Leaving your family behind and not being home anymore is going to be difficult. Being an introvert and not being able to make new friends is going to b e difficult BUT you’ll get past it, it will get better. 

Sometimes you’ll get a lot less than what you deserve and sometimes you’ll be amazed and will wonder what you did to deserve it. You will find a new family here and even a thought of leaving them will make you cranky. You’ll fight with them but it will only make your bond stronger. The next three years are going to be the best time of your life. This place is going to give you memories that you’ll always cherish because I know I do and I’ll do anything to have those days back. Just enjoy were you are now, enjoy the moment so you don’t have any regrets in the future. 

As I said earlier: you’ll get through the tough time. The light at the end of the tunnel awaits you. 

Love, Your future self

To my 16-year-old self, 

                                    People say that hostel is your second home but I know you consider it your first home. From missing home after a holiday to missing hostel during a vacation, from crying when your parents dropped you off to the hostel for the first time to crying when they came to take you back for the last time, you grew up.

The friends you’ve made here mean a lot more to you. They are not just your friends they have become your family so don’t be afraid to tell them how you really feel. Instead of fighting and arguing with your mom and dad to let you stay in the hostel go enjoy the time with your friends. Go mend your broken bond with that friend you really miss before its too late. Express your emotions, cry if you want in front of people you care about, tell them how you feel, how you don’t wanna leave but you have to because your parents are having a tough time without you home, stop worrying about what others will think about you. 

Packing your bags and putting all your stuff in boxes for the last time, finding old stuff back is not going to be as easy as you thought it to be. Your memories will overweigh you luggage when you’ll leave your hostel room for the last time. And once you leave you get to know that you can get homesick for people too. 

Love, Your future self

Last day of last school

To my 18-year-old self,

                                      The moment you have been waiting for, for your entire life and dreading for the last 6 months is finally here; your last day of school. I know you don’t know what you should do right now. You are confused but you’ll figure it out eventually. I know you don’t feel like leaving your friends behind but to get somewhere in your life you have to leave somethings behind. Tho ones who want to be the part of your journey to the top will stick together no matter what. This is time when you’ll get to know who were really your friends. Deep down even you know who are always going to be there for you. 

A new phase of your life is going to start soon. I would love to give you some advice but I can’t, cause even I am experiencing it now. I am not more mature than you are right now, your life is probably more sorted than my life. You just have to do what you think is right, don’t be influenced by others, be your own self. Open up, talk to people. Have fun in college. 

Love, Your 18-year-old self

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