As a 12-year-old girl, I used to have this little diary that I actually found in my father’s closet. I scribbled into it with my sloppy handwriting, every time I thought there was something interesting going on in my life. Even if it was just me assuming that my class fellow liked me because he teased me about how my name rhymed with “kebab”. Silly how a little attention can make our minds wander like that, no?
Anyway, that diary became my most precious possession and my only secret. Trust me, at that time I would have guarded it with all the tiny might I had. The thought of someone coming across it terrified me. They were just words but to me they were my deepest emotions scattered on pieces of paper. So I tore all the pages and threw it away.
I was never able to write properly after that. I did not want my words to be disposed off in a bin later. There are a lot of things that I have been wanting to do for a while, writing being one of them. I never gathered the courage to initiate until this day. And now here I am, just another attempt of my thoughts translating into words out on a display, sharing my experiences, learning, inspiring and aspiring to get the most out of life.
This is probably a little different than what I plan to post and it’s definitely not perfect. Though I feel positive as it’s something good for a start.
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