I Met My Younger Self for Coffee Today. She was there, her favorite coffee in hand, lost in a book. When I reached, she looked up and smiled. “Oh, you’ve come! Tell me, how is it going?” I sat down, searching for words. Clueless? A little. Blank? Maybe. But I trust that our Kanha will take us exactly where we’re meant to be.
“Did this chhota packet bada dhamaka survive the storms? Did we make a difference? Your will to follow your passion… could you do it?” I smiled through the tears. Yes. Reader_Viddh was born. And with it, I found my purpose—to turn my passion into my profession. From contributing to shaping the book industry to launching India’s first blogger and review campaigns, we did it.
From hearing “You are nothing. Book blogging is not a career” to becoming India’s top book blogger, working with almost every Indian publisher—life happened. Growth happened. We made it happen.
“Wow! Finally! You must have developed some patience with all the books you read. Remember how impatient you were?” I laughed. Well, I still am—an impatient Gemini. But reading? It healed me, gave me clarity, and became my much-needed escape.
“What about love?” she asked, curiosity dancing in her eyes. I sighed. Love? I saw my almost-built castle crumble before my eyes. Dreams I nurtured, efforts I poured in—shaken, broken. But all I could do was surrender—to trust that God’s plan is greater than mine. Because life isn’t just about victories. It’s about endurance, about learning to rebuild. And so, we’re still here. Picking up the pieces. Bit by bit. One day at a time.
Beyond success, beyond recognition, spiritual growth happened. We learned to let go, embrace change, and trust that even when things fall apart, they’re making way for something greater. I don’t know about love. But I do know that I am grateful—for everything I have, for everything I’ve become. The rebel me? She now trusts in divine timing. She surrenders to the universe.
And so we sat there, talking, sipping our favorite coffee—the basic, sweet, slightly strong one. The one that feels like home. “You did good, Vidhya,” I whispered to her. “And this is just the beginning.” Yes, we faced storms. Yes, we healed—one day at a time. And yes, we are happy. Not because the journey was easy, but because we never stopped believing.
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