Nothing very interesting, but I fell in love with this Diary entry I wrote yesterday:
Dear Diary,
And one day while writing all crappy nonsense, it's so werid and sad to notice that I grew up so fast, to become so big, enough to think independently, to hate and love, to think about goals, futures, plans, target high.. with only memories to help me visit the past golden times. Yesteryears flew by so quickly, I feel as if it was only yesterday when Bhaidada used to make me walk like a frog, laugh like a donkey, and dresses gifted to me would slide down my shoulders, and even during photography session, I wouldn't leave managing the dress so loose. I feel it was only yesterday when I used to roam about the whole house chanting "Chanti...Chanti!" which meant Chutney in my own language... When I ised to be so afraid of the dark, and cry and would look through the empty space below the schoolgate to find a familiar pair of shoes- shoes worn by my mother. If they weren't there, I would cry so much,even all teachers put together couldn't manage to calm me down. Or reply, "Why Mamma doesn't come?"
On the Fridays, I would be so gleeful, on other days, I would see mother, and suddenly start crying. Ask me the reason, and I would say, "I forgot to drink water!"
It's so amazing. How life seems just a matter of few moments. All change so drastically, so soon, and one day, maybe a decade after, or more, I might get married and live in a totally different surrounding, more mature by then. The thought hurts me so much.
Why males never live in the family of the brides?
This was my childhood question, still unheard, still without a logical reply.
Why do we grow up so soon? From fluffy toys and hit-mes, to books, and then more heavy books to keep you burdened. And then one day an office purse I would carry to my workplace- It's all an exotic journey. But sad too, on every birthday, we grow up and miss what was supposed to be the most memorable days of our life- childhood.
Yet no matter how much you try, one can never stop time, never stop it from passing away slowly, leaving you with memories and a bit of remembrance, which when you maintain a friend like you, brings afresh all.
Life goes on, with us hoping to see a better, brighter tomorrow.
Lots of Love,
Me :)
