Dear Diary…..

Its big time…..  I haven’t posted my feelings over this place..

I am the person who writes Diary everyday….and for  amusing myself, I turn back pages….and go  to the passed days…I have been doing this from 8th standard…

It gives me pleasure to dwell in the memories….the moments of happiness..the good and bad times …I create a matrix of memories and feel them again and again….

The diary is like a treasure where I am collecting my life….heart beats and my fears..  

I feel empty and full at the same time while writing….My Diary never makes fun of my appearance ….It never hurt , never judge, It understands my sensitive nature and hides my secrets in the white pages….fair and warm…
ready to comfort me in every way possible….

I write not because I write well…I write because I can’t say what I have to say…
I can’t say…that I understand what you say ….I felt offended ,never say that again…your allegations hurt me….I deserved everything which I have…It’s not over yet…I am working hard on myself…No I am not jealous that your daughter is at the better position than me….I don’t want to become like others … I want to stay away from all the violence and chaos…I know the reality of life , it sucks…let myself be happy and unreal….

Show me positivity….Show me life…Show me flowers and blooming buds….
“I SURVIVE ON MEMORIES…GIVE ME SOME GOOD ONE….TO LIVE UPON”