Picture abhi baki he

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

I see myself smiling ear to ear and hearing my child and spouse glee with delight as they play together. I see myself laughing till my tummy hurts and I join in the chaotic world of my family as we grow old together.

Picture this: me, content and unhurried, parked in front of a towering bookshelf of hardbound editions — because paperbacks are for people who don’t commit. Ideally, the shelf would have an AI brain (yeah I will be very predictable and still name it Jarvis) sharp enough to read my mood, clock the weather outside, and match a book.

Fast forward — mimosa in hand, feet in the sand, replaying the decisions I made, the ones I dodged, and the ones that made me who I am. Ten years of choices, finally making sense over a drink. Poetic, really. Cheers to whatever else is being served while I chug the one in hand.

Ten years sounds like forever, but with the right people in your corner, it passes in a breath. I believe in Kismet — always have. The universe has a plan, and I intend to hold it accountable.

And if it’s not a happy ending yet — picture abhi bhi baki hai, mere dost.

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