An activity that gave me immense joy was and is only writing.This self realization happened quite lately even after monotonously writing diary for 22 years. Isn’t it too long for a 30 year old girl?

At times i wonder why do i write daily and what am i gonna do with this bundle of diary stacked in the wooden cupboard in my home.My family is least bothered to dumb it till this moment.They have valued it in the same way as i did.

The origin of scribbling down dated back to my childhood days.I don’t remember who inspired me to keep a diary.Sometimes i might have started it as a new year resolution which i couldn’t break after so many years.I do remember a soul fascinated me by gifting grand and adorable diaries from abroad without discontinuity.That’s my producer - the person who gave me his ‘X’ chromosome instead of ‘Y’. A big salute to you papa for culturing this wonderful habit of pouring out my heart.

Coming to the content of a third class girl’s diary, i was always awestruck.I randomly turn back those precious memories.The lines witnessed every instance that brought smile,tears,anger,disappointment,deepest fears,secrets and what not that a girl encounter in her life.Silly and stupid fights with siblings and friends was a common topic i read so far.

Smile embrace my lips and cheeks by reading the most innocent phase of a child.Just like how you see a transition reel in Instagram, i can picturise the journey of a young bud to a strong woman.

It was self comforting and refreshing to communicate with this companion.There was no one to judge my hidden feelings buried in the lines of the 365 paged book.All those stories i have come across dwells in the heart of my diary forever.

I love to hold it close to my heart to cherish the life i once lived.