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A Letter Etched in Time

I am writing a letter about how a mother teaches honesty to her child with the Max Life Insurance i-genius #YoursHonestly activity in association with BlogAdda.

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Dear Chotu,

This world is a mélange of vices, clichés, traffic jams, strikes and some otherwise wonderful things. It hurts me to say that you are not in the safest of places when you step out alone. We are surrounded by the incessant insecurities of life. It might seem delusional when you grow up to know that you can’t do much to help the world. But, remember, you can always do your little something which, in turn could do a lot of good to the world around you. To begin with, you should know this - How you do anything is how you do everything. Never lose your individuality, for, that is the only real asset you have and will have forever. Don't ever doubt yourself beacause of what others say. The moment you feel like giving up is the time you should be resolved not to give up. 

As you take on every stage of life, you don’t have to know the philosophy of it. You should know the simple things that make life beautiful. In all honesty, I can tell you that it is not going to be just a happy journey. The ups and downs you go through in life define you as a person. So, go ahead, put on those imaginary skateboards and be ready for the ride. When you are young, play and have fun knowing that the games you play now wouldn’t interest you when you are older. As you grow older, you get wise, learn new things, ask questions and enlighten yourself and others. Learn for yourself and never for me or dad or your school teacher or anybody else. Be a person of ideas at this stage. You will get enough time to plan and execute them in future for sure.

As you grow up, you will be molded by your deeds but be warned, some external forces in the form of people, television, society, etc. will try to influence you. The influence can turn out to be either ways for you. That is when your learning should help you. Learn to differentiate what is best for you and what you should discard. Come what may, remember these words - YOU. JUST. DO. NOT. LIE.

OK. Now comes the best part of life and my favorite advice for you. Fall in love, get married, have children and make your own little family that you will treasure for life. Enjoy this experience. Do not get into unnecessary emotional pain but do remember those things you learnt all this while. Have a little restraint too.

Consider work and passion synonymously and choose to study wisely. When you need a change, seek it. Go places and travel a lot, for, the best of time of your life could just happen anywhere in this world. Create moments to treasure when you travel, meet people, create memories. But all this while, stay rooted and remember your roots. Read love stories, PGW’s, thrillers and take some rest.  Stay blessed, always.

#Yours Honestly,



  1. Thanks for your loving email and advice amma. Please raise my allowance from this month as the cost of living has gone up. Love you. Chotu.

    1. hahahaha!!! SG I like your sense of humour! :):)
      Btw, I 'honestly' think chotu wouldn't receive any allowance from Amma because she takes care of all of chotu's needs :D also, if one is old enough to live alone, one shouldn't be asking Amma for allowances :D :D

      Thanks a lot for the comments, SG! :)

  2. I read this quote somewhere that says - Any experience, if it doesn't kill you, will only make you stronger. That in a way sums up life. So as long as kids make sure they don't get involved in things that might harm their health, they should be fine by themselves. This point is in addition to all those wonderful ones written by you.

    Destination Infinity

    1. //So as long as kids make sure they don't get involved in things that might harm their health, they should be fine by themselves.// Wonderfully put!! :)
      Thank you for the comments, Rajesh! :)


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