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A diary
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This is about the year 2017 , I was in 8-th standard . I was having no friends that time , I was just alone and alone . On my birthday I got many gifts , but one gift was a diary. I gotta confused that what I will do with this. I kept it a side.
Then one day , I was thinking about my fake friends and their fake friendship . I just get into a deep thought and started crying. Then my attention went to that diary .
I just wiped my tears , took that diary and started writing things to it . I was so much feeling relieved that thought to write more.
Every night I wrote about my life and my feelings . I was so much feeling relieved after writing .
One day, I was in my school and forgot to keep my diary in my school bag , and it was now in my coaching bag . By my default, my father and brother checked my bag for checking my notebook .
When I came from school I looked that my whole room was filled with my teared diary pages thrown in my room like garbage, I was so much hurted by it , then my whole family came and started scolding me for doing all these things. All my shayaris poetry and stories that I wrote in my diary was all destroyed, I was so much hurted that I cried that all night.
From next day I just left these things and focused on my academics .
I completed my schooling and also graduation , then one day I heard that a yearly magazine will be published so interested students can submit their drafts , I also wanted to give some thing so I just held a pen and started writing . When I completed it then I ran to my mother and said that I have to speak something that I just wrote . My mother ignored it , I became sad then she saw my sadness and said speak it . I started to read and my mother listened it , when I completed my mother just said never stop writing ! Oh ! That was the feeling of relief, I submitted that draft to college and it was published also. After somedays , my father gave me a diary and said write , write and write.!!!
#adiary
#mikzzsays
@mikzzsighs
- Sneha:)
© mikzz
This is about the year 2017 , I was in 8-th standard . I was having no friends that time , I was just alone and alone . On my birthday I got many gifts , but one gift was a diary. I gotta confused that what I will do with this. I kept it a side.
Then one day , I was thinking about my fake friends and their fake friendship . I just get into a deep thought and started crying. Then my attention went to that diary .
I just wiped my tears , took that diary and started writing things to it . I was so much feeling relieved that thought to write more.
Every night I wrote about my life and my feelings . I was so much feeling relieved after writing .
One day, I was in my school and forgot to keep my diary in my school bag , and it was now in my coaching bag . By my default, my father and brother checked my bag for checking my notebook .
When I came from school I looked that my whole room was filled with my teared diary pages thrown in my room like garbage, I was so much hurted by it , then my whole family came and started scolding me for doing all these things. All my shayaris poetry and stories that I wrote in my diary was all destroyed, I was so much hurted that I cried that all night.
From next day I just left these things and focused on my academics .
I completed my schooling and also graduation , then one day I heard that a yearly magazine will be published so interested students can submit their drafts , I also wanted to give some thing so I just held a pen and started writing . When I completed it then I ran to my mother and said that I have to speak something that I just wrote . My mother ignored it , I became sad then she saw my sadness and said speak it . I started to read and my mother listened it , when I completed my mother just said never stop writing ! Oh ! That was the feeling of relief, I submitted that draft to college and it was published also. After somedays , my father gave me a diary and said write , write and write.!!!
#adiary
#mikzzsays
@mikzzsighs
- Sneha:)
© mikzz
