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Time capsule

The other day, my friend and I started to converse about what it would be like to come across some impossible situations. First, it was meeting the male version of yourself. How many things would be different just because of your gender? Then, it was meeting the version of you half your current age, creating a paradox, unless my memory was wiped after I met teenage me when I was seven. Then, we discussed meeting you double your current age..we started imagining the questions we'd ask, when I realised that these were good questions to put in a time capsule. There is no such thing as permanent as the internet, and a paper or notebook is likely to get lost. So, 28-year-old me, these are some questions for you:

What job do I have?

Do I still have long hair?

How tall am I?

Any pets?

Am I married or have kids? If so, what the heck, future Saumya?

How many of my current friends do I still have?

How many of the current fandoms are you still in?

How many of the people I had a squishy on did I actually end up becoming friends with?

Where do I live?

What is the weather?

Who is/are your best friend(s)? Have I met any of them yet?

What is your greatest accomplishment?

How much did you get in your boards?lol

Current favourite colour and song?

Comments

  1. He he...Board exams seem to still be on top of your mind thought always it seems.

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  2. id like to add some questions too lol ;)
    did our fanfiction ever get finnished, and we became rich and famous because of it?
    have u been to cabella yet?
    do u have enough time for yourself i.e things u like to do as extra activities?
    what are biggest differences in your life from you in 2020 compared to you right now?
    any dangerous/exhilarating adventures/trips?
    is BTS still the an awesome band ?(ur words not mine)
    how much of your bucket list have you finished?did u make one?
    how many countries have u been to?

    thats it.
    some stuff i wanna know about u from the future :)
    lovi didi
    (singing my name in case we lose touch in the future)

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  3. ayy thanks for checking it out!

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