Letter to a stranger

Dear You,

7 years ago I was a victim of cyber crime. My email ids were hacked, obnoxious emails sent from my id to all my friends and family in address book with an attempt to malign my name. Within span of few hours my world had come crashing down. Just few hours back I had a job, loving friends and a wonderful family around me. Just one email and the only thing clearly visible was doubt in each one of their eyes. And all that remained in my heart was fear - fear of trusting people.

2.5 years back when I thought of starting a blog, the fear of that incident came to my mind and hence I decided to blog anonymously. My facebook profile, my blogs – everything just spells one thing- anonymity. People had also told me that if I ever dream of being a writer it would never happen for every reader needs to connect with the writer which does not happen in your case. But I still continued writing for I knew I was writing purely for the love of it. I wanted to touch hearts and I knew words had the power to do that. I did not need a face to create that magic. 

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And this is where I would like to THANK YOU dear reader to reiterating a fact of life for me - One wrong experience does not mean the end of the world. It just means you need to be more cautious than before when you tread on that path again. While eating grapes from a bunch you could actually have a sour one in between, that does not mean you stop eating grapes. 

You taught me it is we who make our identity and not our names. My past has got nothing to do with my present as it is over. What matters is my present as that will determine my future. What was, that was, and it cannot be changed. But what is and can be makes the entire difference in the picture. You left me with a lesson - Trust is a gift worth giving to someone whom we need to identify. It is ok if sometimes it ends up in wrong hands but never make the same mistake in identifying people. 

Today we are no longer strangers with some of you even being my close my friends who know me, not because you asked my name, but because it never mattered. It does not matter whether I am Sheila from Kanpur or a Surbhi from Delhi. It makes no difference as what we share is beyond names and identities. It is our thoughts which bind us and hence make this bond special.

And as Shakespeare had said, ' What’s in a name!!', truly there is nothing in a name. For I am what I am. Call me Me, Privy, Privy Trifles, PT or any other name you want to give me, neither does that change the person that I am nor does it change your feelings towards me. You have identified the real me and I have identified you and at the end of it all, that's what matters the most. 

When you do something with love it’s returned with love and that’s what I am surrounded with right. Love and that in abundance and I cannot thank you enough for that. For so many followers, some thousands footsteps here and some 129 likes on my FB page they all show the love I am surrounded with. Today I know I am read because what I write makes a difference and now who I am, from where I am and how do I look like. Nothing can be more encouraging than this for this is THE inspiration which keeps pushing me to keep writing. 

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It is touching to see some amazing comments left by people here on this blog and the number of emails I receive from some of them too. I carry a printout of all of them with me 24 X 7, just incase there is even one moment when I am self doubt I fish out those pages and remind myself what my true calling is.

Time and again I have said this in various forms over here and my other blog but still it does not seem enough. For You are and therefore I am!

Love and Hugs

Me <3

This letter has been written as a part of the Letters Unsent project by Write Tribe