There is one diary, intuitive diary known as "heart's diary" which writes and notes down every new and old event, feeling and experiences. It is only when this diary gets overfilled with barrage of emotions and deluge of thoughts, we need a diary of paper and pen to scribble the words fraught with an anxiety and fear of getting lost. This diary writes about the things lost and surprises that everyday we are offered by the almighty. I realize and offer my grain of gratitude to Him to make me potent enough to sense the beauty of life all around and the most beautiful thing that I see he has made is "me”. I am an entity whose eyes are made to see the greatest things of all time like presence of a mother, near to me, affectionating me, pampering me, swearing to loose everything for the one she loves and has cared for always.
Though words serve as a medium to continue the flow of thoughts and abridge the gap between what we feel and what we acclaim, sometimes they betray and prove themselves incapable of expressing. There remains something which I become unable to speak.
Though words serve as a medium to continue the flow of thoughts and abridge the gap between what we feel and what we acclaim, sometimes they betray and prove themselves incapable of expressing. There remains something which I become unable to speak.
