Dear Hannah,

I just landed back to my messy, adorable room a few days ago, and a chaotic life that I call my own. Falling asleep on strangers shoulders while commuting, catching up with friends, yelling and crying for no good reason, and of course, good old spicy food.
When I find the time to write, I don’t have the energy. And when I have the energy, I’m actually sitting at a doctors waiting room or my office desk, busy avoiding the obvious.
So I must firstly thankyou for pushing me out of the lull and getting me to pen down my thoughts. I read your diary last night, ‘daring to dream’ and I’m so proud of you!
Probably only you and I remember the question I asked you after your dreamplan presentation, which was “where is your dream in your dreamplan?” You gave me some bizarre response about how your read ‘The 4 hour work week’ and it inspired you to, ‘looking london, talking tokyo’. That’s how we refer to cock-eyed people in Mumbai slang. Your honest dreamplan pretty much was learning to dance, hopefully at ‘Fire of Anatolia’, and becoming a beautiful dancer.
I get what you’re saying. Massage therapy, nannying aren’t monsters per say, but to pursue that would be lying to yourself. It’s not evil, it’s just dishonest. It’s great that the revelations finally got through your thick American skull. You think of things as some sort of a commodity, including your aspirations, and that there is a price we must pay for it. Of course we must pay a price, but that can’t be the focus. That’s why I call you a wild horse. Hardy, independent, stubborn.
I’m sure you will still have to find ways of sustaining your dream, but your crutches can’t become your dream. When you began the fellowship, you spoke about socially relevant theatre, somewhere down the line in the ‘Passion’ session, you spoke to looking beautiful when you danced. But in the end you spoke of massage therapy products.
I’m glad it wasn’t the end. And you have all your fellows, D&F, FoA to support you. I know that once your mind is made up, very little can pull you away from your goal.

Buyuk hug!

Shubhangi