A Hundred of You

a thank you to the people who showed up before I knew how to ask them to

When I started this, I was almost certain no one would read it.

That wasn’t false modesty. It was the actual plan. I began writing here the way you write in a journal you keep hidden — quietly, for myself, in a corner of the internet where I assumed nobody knew my name and nobody would think to look. There was a strange safety in that. I could say true things because I didn’t believe anyone was listening.

And then, slowly, someone was.

First one person. Then a handful. Then a number I kept refreshing because I didn’t quite trust it. And now — a hundred of you. A hundred people who, for reasons I still don’t fully understand, decided that whatever I was figuring out on the page was worth receiving in your inbox. That you wanted to hear from me again.

I don’t take that lightly. I know what it means to give someone your attention — it is the least renewable thing any of us has. And you have given it to me. To these letters I write half-unsure, often late at night, usually about the things I don’t have answers to yet.

I started this whole thing years ago, really — long before this newsletter existed. It began as a few words scribbled out of frustration, somewhere no one would see. I didn’t know then that the habit of putting things into words would lead here, to a page with my name on it and a hundred people on the other side of it.

That’s the part that undoes me a little. I spent so long being comfortable with not being seen. And you found me anyway. You made the case, gently, that maybe the plan to stay invisible was never as good as it felt.

So this is just a thank you. A real one.

Thank you for subscribing before I knew how to ask you to. For reading the pieces I almost didn’t publish. For the comments that made me feel less alone in things I assumed were only mine. For being proof that writing honestly into the dark is not the same as writing into nothing.

A hundred of you. A hundred quiet yeses. A hundred people saying: keep going.

So I will.

and if you ever want to write to me — about a piece, or something it stirred, or nothing in particular at all — my inbox is open: yourletterfromjune@gmail.com . I'd love that, genuinely. I always write back.

With love,

Sanskriti

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