It all started with one book

It all started 8 years on this very day. Someone right said.. body remembers timelines.. mine remembered this day..

8 years ago today, I picked my first book 'The Monk Who Sold Ferrari' and nothing was same ever again.

Divya was 18 back then. That naive little girl was lost in her own world. She didn't knew anything. She was nothing. Not good at academics, sports, co curriculum... Nothing.. Dejected by the world and life. And then this book happened...

She entered a new bubble through this book. It taught her to write. It taught her 'First empty the mind to pour in new'. How simple actions can create big magic in life. And exactly that what happened to her.

After she wrote a few journals, she found her new version through writing. Through writing she found out she can actually live the moments because, once lived she'll have to write it down. These experiences started compounding to a point she forgot she had so many complaints from everything around her when nothing made sense.

Alongside writing, she started reading more, started giving attention to little details around her.. like for example... Getting up and breathing in fresh air in morning around greenery... It was something she used to look forward everyday. To add to this little 'everyday happiness moment'.. she started curating a spiritual playlist... Oh my god!!! She'd never been in love with life like this ever before.

Whenever I get into a conversation with her... I see a happy little kid in her.. who was building her life around subjects which didn't demanded a lot. Although she was still messed up, confused and lost, but she got a zeal.. "okay.. if this good has came to me, I might be meant for more higher good". This one statement she had held so strong she passed on to her future versions.

Whenever I see her, I see her through the other side of the glass pane... Where she's happy, finding happiness in little things, getting excited about what good is coming up next and etc.

While I on this side of the glass pane.. I miss that version of me. Although I've been super blessed.. Since that day there have been no looking back no matter what.. and it kept getting better and better.

But as time passed and life kept meeting me in different phases.. that happy little kid got lost somewhere. While the good still kept coming.. the reflex got limited to a fainted smile. While I still get excited for things.. but I refuse that little kid to giggle in curiosity and inquisitivety.

26 year Divya is a pure adult version of life. Where she calculates everything before anything new can come up. She fears the unknown to a great extent and if no less.. she sleeps on the graveyard to past mishaps of life.

But in no way... She wants to go back to her 17 year old self because if "okay.. if this good has came to me, I might be meant for more higher good". She never mourns her past self because she'll fail what her 17 year old has passed on to her.

I count it as... My life is 8 year old.. I got a rebirth on 18th May and it has been the best it could... With all the good and bad. If anyone asks where it all began,

I’ll still place that same book in their hands.