Diaries

I always had this habit of starting something, leaving it in the middle and starting all over again. My blog is not an exception to this. So, here I come back to start my blog again.

In fact I had this habit from my childhood. It was in my elementary school I started putting my thoughts into words. I used to pen my thoughts in a diary my dad gave me on a New Year day.

It was a lesson in my 4th or 5th standard that made me to start my diary. As I had the habit of taking no time in starting anything I liked, I started writing my diary. I used to write my dairy before I go to bed. It was all about my daily routines. I use to write down everything I did from waking up in the morning till I go to bed. It was mostly about the school and I had nothing more to write about. It was almost the same everyday and every page of my diary looked the same. This went on for a while before I got bored to see myself writing the same thing over and over again everyday. In fact at that age I don’t know what to write exactly.

It was loneliness that brought me back to my dairy, after all diary is ones best friend for anyone. My thoughts used to run as words when I placed pen on my dairy. This was in my teenage. When my intermediate college became a jail, my diary became my friend. I think jail is the best place to write as history proves many books were written when their authors were in jail. I compare my college to jail as it is terrible as jail, students have no freedom there. we are treated as prisoners. There we missed our family a lot we wanted to talk them, be with them. Having no other option I went back to my friend, MY DIARY.

I used to write all my thoughts into my diary. This was bit different from the one I have written in the past. This was mixed with my feelings rather than my daily routine. It had all my happiness, all my sorrows, all my fun and my ideas. Of course it also had details of some teenage ‘achievements’. It completely reflected me. I felt very relaxed when I go through my writings anytime later. As I was released from the jail after I finished my intermediate, I rediscovered my freedom which made me forget my friend and I always regret that.

Now I came back to my diary again, not because I am feeling lonely. But I feel that I should put all my thoughts together, so that I can feel my heart lighter when I come back to read these some other day.