Letter to Self V

Hi!

I know, even without a sorting hat, you have been pulling up magic tricks one after the other, some of which have fallen flat on their fat faces. But the few that worked, have been nothing short of art. Catering to novelty, in itself, is a challenge, and by the third day, you have done sufficiently well. In a coded contrete jungle, you have managed to find colours. From a classroom to a newsroom, would you call it an escalation? Why not? Go ahead. Pat your back. You deserve it.

You are basically a chaos manager, even with anxiety written all over you. For how different is the classroom than a newsroom? Some listen, many don't. But you, you keep learning, as eagerly as ever. Yes, in spite of that I have had to write to you, because I know how hollow you feel when you don't write. Not that you can't. I know the names of your next protagonists just as well as you do. I know what you want to do with them. But, for a while, take a break. It is okay not to have an internet connection at home yet. It is okay to not be able to concentrate on writing while you are caught up in cleaning copies.

I know how difficult it has been for you to handle handbag thefts and ac-crash. I know how you have been braving everything with dignified gentleness. Once in a while, you know, you can scream too! Tear apart from that tempered face. Certain people respond to certain things in their way. Like you. You would rather not work anywhere, we all know. Just sit and write and earn, yes, lots, I cannot forget to add that. But how bad have you done to yourself?

You are driving across NCR like a pro, you are working in nine-hour shifts without a complain, you are listening to music and having home-cooked food. Yes, you are living it all. For once, don't ask; believe. How else do you think this letter would have been written? You, of all people, know ghost writers can never match up to your articulation. Bring it on. Within some more time, the stories are going to roll out.

Roll out to create new roads,

K.