Dear Peru,
We haven't spoken in long & there were a few things on my mind I'd wanted to share with you. Like they say - there's no time like the present, so here goes..
You have always been someone I've envied.
You can call a spade a spade while I wallow in my diplomatic & pretentious ways.
You sing along aloud with every song playing on your pod, no matter if you're walking down the busiest road in town; while I am wary of not jaywalking or flouting traffic rules.
You bring chatter to the Escada-scented Ist Class & make lively casual conversations with the Marathi-speaking folk of the IInd; while I merely stare into a banal self-help book or try to look smart reading the Pink Daily.
I sit on the first bench in class, frantically taking notes as if every word I note down will be stashed in my memory forever & I hear you giggle, from the 8th bench or something, enjoying & understanding what the professor says.
You can throw on an old shirt & have a bad hair day & still make it through with the unfading smile; while I almost always fluster over matching my shoes with my bag.
We rub shoulders with the same people, go to the same places, do the same things & yet for you, all of it is so refreshingly different!
When I grow up, I want to be just like you!
Happy Budday!
