A letter to 18 year old HG Dear 18-year-old HG, Hi. Yeah, hi. We are going to meet soon. A teeny weeny amount of awkwardness is starting to grow here. But yeah, hi! I am extremely sorry for not writing to you. You know me. Inconsistency is my middle name. I thought 2020 was my worst reading/writing year but 2021 is fighting against 2020. Keep this in mind. Let 2020 hold the worst-reading-year tag. It's okay if you're going to end up re-reading Harry Potter or The Kite Runner. Just read, okay? College didn't open. Well, it actually did for everyone but us. What's wrong/right with our department? Never mind. I so desperately want to scream a cheerful hello to Sathya ma'am. I want to give flying kiss to college library. Let's wait. Do you remember how you fell sick? I am from that sick stage. My stomach is better I suppose, but it's not cured. You have to take care. Say no to spicy foods. Don't dump, don't starve. Eat, okay? Drink water!
