My Diary
Wow…it’s been so long since I last touched my beloved diary. It took me a good ten minutes to even find it. And now it’s sitting there,right in front of me. The last entry in it was probably written last year during Feb (sad times).
The thing about this diary is…it contains my ideas…my stories…my art…some events that have changed me…my dreams…a bit of my life. The only person who’s ever seen its face is probably Vydyanath. And now it’s sitting there,right in front of me.
Should I open it?
Will I be able to read through the pages?
Will those pages ever feel the touch of ink again?
Tonight…I write.



Everything Ends
Groundhog Day
Cockblocking