Dear Diary

I have never been the kind of girl who likes to write down all her feelings and experiences in a hardbound diary with a fancy lock and key. I’ve never liked sharing anything personal with anyone and writing it all down inside an inanimate object seemed ridiculous to me.

Till of course, I met you. You turned me into one of those silly girls, except you were my diary.

Dear diary,

Today we’re finally going on that road trip to Raichak although it is just for the weekend.

Dear diary,

Today my teacher intentionally gave me low marks. Why such partiality, man? Shouldn’t that be illegal?

And dear diary, I know! I know what it feels like to have so many tears stained on your shirt, to be the shoulder for everyone else to cry on! Even if superheroes don’t swoop down to save the day, you don’t have to wear the cape all by yourself.

Even if you turn back and find no one around, not even the ones you were trying to save; even if you hunt in your drawers for the map to destroy all the evil in the world, only to find goodness gathering more dust than your broken dreams; even if you look in the mirror, and find yourself covered in mud and dirt that they threw at you just because you were brave enough to dream; you are beautiful.

Many people will use these words: “You are beautiful”

Maybe because they like your dress, “You are beautiful”

When you’ve just woken up, “You are beautiful”

When you’re getting late for an important event, “You are beautiful”

But I promise, I’ll remind you each day and mean it every time. You are beautiful. To me. No, don’t hold it in. Let it out. Let me be your diary.

~dedicated to my human diary who knows every secret and has been there for me through thick and thin, my best friend~

Written by Inara Alam Edited by Aditi Tarafdar Image Source: https://www.123rf.com/photo_63194891_stock-vector-vector-single-sketch-diary-on-white-background.html

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