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Dear future me I know you are me.. but still fear you don’t know me. I have some really important things to share with you. I always hope to meet you soon, but it always seems a long time before we meet. It's okay sometimes to wait, but that fear makes the waiting seem impossible. I must be frank- I really don’t want to meet you... not because I hate you ( I won’t dare hate myself), it’s because I am afraid I would always be better than you. I know what I am, but how will I ensure that you know what I am like? I am writing only due to this reason. Listen, whatever happens, you will never, ever disbelieve in trust. Never disbelieve in me, never disbelieve in yourself. The world might be really very good, but I am the best, yes, you are the best.  I might sometimes criticise you, but please don't mind me- I always mean well! I am not a person with whom one would always like to be a friend.. but the one who truly knows me well, in future, truly be your friend. ...

The ant collects its own food The trees grow their own roots In this world,  There are only a few, who don’t work for themselves, but help others find their routes.. This is what makes you, our teachers, super-beings, Who think about us and take care of our every little thing  You sometimes might seem harsh and strict, But we know you still do it for our best, and we can’t express it through our  childish instincts! We know you’ve spent nights awake, for us, We know you’ve worked in the vacations, for us And we know you ignore all your problems  so that we have our lessons, without any fuss We know the love you have for us, The same we have for you No matter we say this or not, you will always be guiding us, our whole life through  That smile on your face, those beaming, loving eyes, are always a comforting sight Whatever problems we may face, with you, we are sure, it’ll always be alright! These words are just a sp...

The old banyan tree has seen everything. The older he grows, the more he has to say (you won't hear him, neither would I- You know, it is commonly only the younger soul that has the tendency to let the world know what it knows. The older it gets, that world seems to squeeze into that little heart, which is much more satisfied by silence, than any external sound.) The old tree stays there. He has developed strong roots with its place of origin, and so many of them, that it's impossible to uproot it from there. He has seen life; he has experienced life. He has, I believe, understood life more than anyone else...for that kind of patience can't be seen in any human ever born. Countless number of times he has seen his leaves turning brown and crumpling away, leaving the tree bare- shivering with cold and hoping for them to return someday. Then that day comes too. He starts again, he nurtures every single leaf into the green beauty. The leaves also in turn adorn the tree and ple...