Once Lost, Now Living—Why I Chose Passion Over Prestige
Have you ever imagined what it would be like to sit across from your younger self and just… talk? To answer her questions, calm her fears, and show her how far you’ve come?
The other day, I met my younger self over a quiet cup of coffee. She was full of questions, and I—older, wiser, and a little more tired—was ready to answer them all.
She Looked at Me, Surprised
She stared at me in disbelief—no academic books, no coding textbooks, just a table full of novels. She was confused. Was this really her future?
I ordered her favourite tea. She blinked when I didn’t join her.
“Why aren’t you drinking tea?” she asked.
I smiled softly. “We faced health issues. The sweet, comforting tea had to be replaced with black coffee.”
From Science Dreams to Storytelling Realities
Next came the real shock.
“Why aren’t you coding anymore?” she asked.
“Well,” I told her, “we had a change of dreams. We’re not science students anymore—we’re artists. Storytellers. We study media and advertising, we read, we review books, and we create content around them.”
Her jaw dropped. This was not the plan.
A Journey Through Doubts, Disappointments & Dreams
She asked what happened with our parents. I told her the truth—there were disagreements, disappointment, and tears. But our sister stood up for us every single time. And now? Our parents couldn’t be prouder. They showcase my bookshelf like a trophy and brag about my work with glowing eyes.
Her face lit up.
Healing, Growth, and the People Who Stayed
“Are we okay now?” she asked, referring to the days when our sister moved to the USA and left us feeling broken.
I nodded with tears in my eyes. “Yes. She’s grown, she’s happy, and always just a call away. And we? We’re not lost anymore. We’ve learned courage, patience, and how to be bold.”
“What about friends?” she asked. “We never had many…”
I smiled. “Now we do. We have a chosen family—a group of people who love, support, and protect us like their own.”
The Awkward Question: Love?
She hesitated before asking the one question she was always secretly obsessed with. “Love?”
I laughed. “Still hopeless romantics. Look at our romance book collection!”
She raised an eyebrow. “That’s fiction. What about reality?”
I smirked. “We’ll have that conversation four years from now.”
“You Did Good”
She sat there quietly, holding my hands. After a moment, she looked up and whispered:
“You did good, Sameeksha. You’ve been through a lot. But you grew. You learned. You stayed soft yet became stronger. I’m proud of you.”
I smiled, holding her hand tighter. “This is just the beginning. We’re going to grow even more. We’re just getting started.”
Have you ever imagined talking to your younger self? What would you say? What questions would you answer? Share your thoughts below—I’d love to know.