I know it’s been a long time since we have met. I just want you to know that I haven’t forgotten you and I really miss writing those long paragraph and sharing my day details with you. Going to bed after the dinner and sharing the things I couldn’t share with anyone is one of the fond memories from my childhood.
You were there for me even when no one was. Just like a best friend you helped me and never complained. In the era of Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat and Instagram i stopped giving you the time you deserved. It’s not that I have got someone better but its just that life happened. I still remember the day I had my first diary it was one of the homework assignment given by my 7-grade class teacher. Initially I hated spending my night and reliving the whole day and writing them done but eventually, i fell in love doing this and this homework turned into, love .
Dear Diary you were my good friend
Do you remember the day I had my first crush …I think it was in 10 grade but I was really scared to tell any one about this and the way I wrote her name with a sparkle pen it’s still mesmerising. Re-reading those old diaries made me realise how stupid I was but happy and innocent. Decorating you and hiding it from everyone so that no one can even come near you was one of the biggest tasks of my day.
Do you still remember how year by year my ambition use to change? First I wanted to become a scientist and then I wanted to join Indian army then I wanted to become a sailor but finally, i realise what I truly wanted to become. I remember how me and my school friends promised to still be in touch after 10 grade and I promised to continue writing even in college but now I realise how life is …how everything changes and nothing stays the same.
Thank you my diary for everything and I really miss those innocent friendships, selfless help and real people with one face.
The new fake people.