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| Gurgaon, 2015 |
Dear Diary,
As I saw you, many memories of yesteryears stirred
within. How I wished to write a diary once, but there was a fear, always! What
if, someone reads it? (Ofcourse, I know, most of us feel like this.) Afterall,
we don’t want to tell everything to everyone.
..and then came a time when I met you. I started sharing
my everyday life spilling ink on rough pages. Slowly, you became my habit.
I always felt you, talking to me.
With time I realized, that you were done with my talks,
the pages got over, and you became a reflection of my early years.
You know me as I am. Being true to you, was being true to
myself. You were my only companion, my best friend. Do you remember, I always said, past is
best forgotten? I believe in it still.
I met you again, today, with new pages. With a lock this time. Do you know, some
locks are too easy to open? Look at
yourself. You know it well, but we humans live in this complicated world, and
deny simple things. Wish I had some secrets to share. Oh yes, I have lessons
that I have learnt. I shall share them with you. One by one.
Time flies. People
change, and habits too, but somethings, I still believe, never change. Our
perception changes, and we start looking at things differently.
I know diaries don’t
have feelings. We make the pages alive with our stories. It’s we who get
attached to them.
~~payal~~
P.S. To
be true, I never felt the need of maintaining a diary. Eversince, I started
writing poems, I have used my diary for poetry writing. Thank you, Deepti. Your
gift inspired this post. I shall use
this diary as an art journal.
#MondayMusings
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