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London Dreams...

Dear Adu, and Anju also…

The tears that rolled down from the eyes of yours and your loved ones… were not just the salty water rather…

Those tears hold the memories and the hardships that came along the way but still able to reach the desired goal…

No doubt, you were the best among all three of us… you might not be aware of it…

Now it’s on you… how you make things out of your decision what you make out of your chosen path…

Don’t worry about the people, do not think much on how sad people have turned out or what they feel the feeling will go and everyone will live their own life…

You have opened that window and crawled out of it in a new life… live it according to the desired tradition but don’t forget our roots…

Don’t forget or take granted the support that every single person has put on… because what you have achieved is still someone’s dream…

Now to Anju…

The pressure is on us… no, not that of the loan (hahaha…) but that of our life and our dreams… Adu did what she wanted to do… whatever she has done was what people think should be done… they we impose pressure on us of which country we might be willing to go…? or why we are not trying somewhere out…?

All these people are not our enemies… they are the well-wishers… who want us to excel in the field that we have chosen for us and also… to make our life better…

So let them speak their mind and you listen to them with all your heart… don’t accept everything but if it is worth something then take it or else let it go…

Until in your mind… you have the clarity of what you want to be… and where you want to be… but don’t alter your dreams by looking at someone else success… rather… appreciate it and learn…

No matter how beautiful someone else success looks like… you be on your grounds protecting your dreams…   

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 14, 2024 at 2:10 AM

    The best thing I am reading here, Yes in that same place we can't value each other enough. I miss you a lot. Thank you for believing me.

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