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Written January 15, 2026 · Delivers January 15, 2032

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Hey old man, If you're reading this, you made it to 30. Congratulations on not dying in a stupid way. Right now I'm sitting on the floor of the apartment because I don't have a couch yet. I just moved to Pune for a job I'm not sure about. I have exactly ₹4,200 in my bank account. I had dal chawal for dinner for the third night in a row and it was honestly great. I attached a photo of the apartment. It's tiny. The view is a wall. But it's mine and I'm proud of it. Here's what I want to ask you: Did you stay brave? Did you take the risks? Did you call Maa more often? Do you still play guitar or did you give it up like everyone said you would? If things are good — remember this moment. You built it from dal chawal and a floor. If things are hard — remember this moment. You've started from less. I believe in you. Which is saying something, because I barely believe in myself right now.

☆ You, age 24 sitting on the floor of my first apartment at 2am

Written April 8, 2026 · Delivers Random delivery over 3 years

Hey, I'm writing this on a bad day. You know the kind. The kind where the apartment is too quiet and you eat cereal at 4pm and call it dinner. But here's the thing I want you to remember: today I went for a walk. I didn't want to. I went anyway. And for about three minutes, while the sun was coming through the trees on that road near the park, I felt okay. Not great. Just okay. If you're reading this on a random Tuesday, I hope you're more than okay. I hope you've rebuilt. I hope the apartment isn't quiet anymore. But if it is — go for a walk. The sun still comes through the trees. I promise.

◇ Present Me 35, recently divorced, starting over

🎂 To your child ♡ To your partner 🕊 After I'm gone ✦ To a friend