Coming Back 01 — Who is going to read my book?

I had told myself I wanted to document this journey. Write notes on it. Maybe a book someday. But then the same thought kept coming back — I still haven't made it. It's not big enough yet. Not a market sensation. Not a hundred crore company. So maybe I should wait — write it once I've made it.

But then I thought — once I am on the other side, wouldn't I forget all of this? Wouldn't these things become a distant memory? Wouldn't I forget the details of what actually happened?

Last to last week I almost cried in the bathroom. I had so many people at my house and I couldn't cry in front of them. So I went to the washroom and wept like a baby.

And last week when Natureship got a big order, I kissed and thanked the universe. I felt gratitude throbbing inside me.

Maybe after I've made it, I won't even remember these details.

So perhaps I should start writing now.

But still — who am I writing for?

I've been thinking about it. And I finally got the answer.

I am writing for the 96-year-old Prerna Mishra.

Think about it. When I am 96 — whether Natureship is a multi-billion dollar company or just a beautiful passion project — I would still want to read this. To recollect it. To smile at it. To feel it all over again.

I am writing for the senior Prerna who I am pretty sure is still not interested in watching television and still loves reading. And now she is reading her own story.

This is for you, senior Prerna. 🌿