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If we were having coffee, I’d hand you a mug and say, “It’s still warm, don’t wait too long.” The weather’s been all over the place lately. Heavy skies, moody clouds, and that in-between kind of light that makes you want to stay in your pajamas a little longer than necessary. Perfect weather for a long chat and a little introspection.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you my to-do list is starting to look like a bad novel. Endless pages, no plot, and the main character (me) is constantly overwhelmed. I keep writing things down, hoping it’ll clear some space in my head, but honestly? It just adds more noise. Some days, I tick off one thing and feel victorious. Other days, I do everything except what’s on the list. And sometimes, I add things I’ve already done just for that satisfying little tick. You’ve done that too, right?

If we were having coffee, I’d admit that my screen time is ridiculous. I used to watch full movies and binge-watch entire series in one day/night, now I can barely sit through a 40-minute episode. Everything feels like too much. I scroll through Instagram reels with zero context and even less attention span. Some of it is fun, sure. But at the end of it, I feel… cluttered. Mentally overstimulated and emotionally underwhelmed. I’m trying to cut back, trying to swap the mindless with something a little more mindful.

Which brings me to baking….

If we were having coffee, I’d offer you a cookie—slightly wonky but warm and fresh. I baked a small batch last evening and it reminded me why I love it so much. The process slows me down. There’s a rhythm to it. Measuring, mixing, waiting. It feels like meditation disguised as dessert. I want to bake more often, and try new recipes too. Not just the usual muffins and cakes, but maybe a tart, or something with lemon zest and …. We’ll see.

And before you leave, I’d promise to show up here more often. Not with grand ideas or polished posts, but just as I am. With a story, a thought, maybe a question.

So tell me… if we were having coffee today, what would you tell me?

Dear Future Me,

First off, congratulations! You made it this far without turning into a complete grump (I hope). If you’re reading this, it means you survived all those plot twists life threw at you… and hopefully, you did so with your humour and a well-stocked stash of cake. So, grab a coffee (I assume that hasn’t changed) and let’s chat.

How’s life treating you? Have you finally mastered the art of waking up early without setting five alarms? Do you still find joy in books, baking cakes and overanalysing life’s smallest moments for inspiration? I really hope you do because those things make you, well, YOU.

Let’s do a quick check-in. Have you remained the optimistic, list-making, people-watching, coffee-loving person I know you to be? Or have you turned into one of those people who walks into a room and forgets why they’re there? (Actually, you already do that, so never mind.)

I hope you still laugh at silly jokes and find joy in little things. Remember how much fun it was to observe people especially during those bus and train journeys and make up imaginary backstories for them? Or how satisfying it felt to cross things off your to-do list, even if you added an item just to check it off? (Yes, I know your tricks.)

Tell me, has life been kind? Have you continued embracing challenges with curiosity and grace, turning them into stories worth telling? If things got tough, I hope you handled them the way you always have—with resilience, humour and maybe an extra slice of cake (because some things require more than just deep breathing).

And what about the people in your life? Have you continued making time for those who truly matter? Do your boys still roll their eyes at your life lessons and unsolicited wisdom? Keep annoying them. That’s what love is all about.

Oh and speaking of the boys, how’s Aaryan doing? Is he still dodging your advice or has he finally realized that moms do know everything? Whatever phase he’s in, just keep being his constant. He’ll always need you, even if he pretends otherwise.

And what about blogging? Do you still share your musings, reflections and observations, or has life kept you too busy to type them out? I hope you never stopped writing. You always found magic in words and the world could always use more of your storytelling (even if it’s just your rants about mundane things around you).

Have you turned baking into a business, or are you still collecting recipes, saving them in neatly categorized folders and buying more baking tools than you actually use? (Be honest, the baking dish collection must be getting out of hand by now.)

Hope you have understood that it’s okay to not have it all figured out. Younger-you used to stress about having a plan for everything, but by now, I hope you’ve embraced the chaos. No one really has life figured out—that’s the fun part. Just when you think you do, life throws you a curveball and you’re back at square one. The key is to roll with it, laugh when you can and trust that things will fall into place.

Before I wrap this up, let me leave you with a tiny reminder: Don’t sweat the small stuff. Let go of things that aren’t worth your energy. Keep smiling, keep learning and for heaven’s sake, don’t let anyone tell you you’re too old to dream big.

Take care, future me. You’re doing great. (And if you ever need a little boost, just reread this letter and remind yourself—you’ve always had what it takes.)

With love and a wink,
Your slightly younger, slightly wiser self

Linking this to Dear Her… Letters from Women to Women by Blog-A-Rhythm

If we were having coffee, I’d greet you with a warm and cheerful “Hello!” How have you been? I hope everything is going wonderfully your way. It’s so good to have you here in my space—it’s been a while since it was last open, but now it’s up and running again! So, make yourself at home and grab a beverage of your choice—I’m so glad you’re here!

If we were having coffee, I’d share that my blog has been sitting in a quiet, forgotten corner of the internet for far too long. It’s not like I don’t want to write—I do. But every time I sit down to type, my brain decides to stage a protest. Words refuse to flow and I find myself staring at the blinking cursor, feeling utterly uninspired. And so, I close my laptop and move on to something else. I work, I laze around, I scroll through endless reels (more on that later!), but the guilt of not writing lingers. It nags at me, like a to-do list item I keep ignoring. What is it, really? Writer’s block? A phase? Or am I simply out of the habit? Whatever it is, I knew I had to break the cycle.

Thankfully, a fellow blogger friend, Tulika gave me the nudge I needed and here I am, finally tapping away at my keyboard. Sometimes, a little push is all it takes, right?

If we were having coffee, I’d also tell you that my binge-watching skills are on a decline. I used to take pride in finishing an entire series in one sitting, but now? It takes me a week, sometimes more! Is my attention span shrinking? Maybe, just maybe, reels are to blame. Those quick, dopamine-packed clips have reprogrammed my brain to consume content in bite-sized bursts.

That being said, I finally managed to watch Paatal Lok Season 3 after seeing countless reels featuring short clips from it—watched it all in about 4-5 days, and it’s an absolute masterpiece! Jaideep Ahlawat is just phenomenal in it—what a class actor! His expressions, body language, and the way he brings the character to life are just incredible. I was heartbroken when a young cop died (no spoilers, don’t worry!). I’ve also just started Squid Game Season 2, and it’s already got me hooked! The intensity and the stakes are even higher this time. Have you watched it yet?

If we were having coffee, I’d share how I’m feeling a tiny bit victorious today because I’ve started writing again. It’s a start and I truly hope I can keep going. There’s something incredibly satisfying about seeing your words take shape on a screen, don’t you think? It’s like stretching muscles you haven’t used in a while—slightly stiff at first but oh-so-rewarding once you find your flow. I’ve missed this feeling, the quiet joy of putting thoughts into words, of capturing fleeting ideas before they disappear into the abyss of everyday life.

If we were having coffee, what would you share with me? I’m all ears!

And before we part ways, let me make a little promise—to show up here more often, to keep this space alive and to never let the words stay locked up for too long.