Dear Friend,
You are receiving this email because eighteen years back, an eighteen
year old "you" had signed off your school life along with me in a
obscure,sleepy east Indian port town, and from a school that seemed to
have been God’s own as He was unveiling his plan to set us up for
the game called “life” which lay ahead.
Think for a moment. Eighteen years from now, you would be celebrating
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