The pages of my old book, hold my memories of yesterday. As no one is able to take memories in a suitcase, i too. but for me this old seeming book has saved them all for me. As if this book has a thought that sometimes some one will read these from me but the purpose is that someone might smile or laugh, and forget his/her ills and pains for a second or minute just because of these old memories. i too read my these old books of memories just as if i am visiter in the garden of my memories.
But truely this old book is that garden which has made my memories alive.
Today i opened it and i found some lines written like this:
Don't know why i am jotting my doings and feelings. what happened to me. it seems i just get out of my stressed mind or i am an author. sahil told me you are an Author by chance. But i don't believe in this "by chance case".
Because someone has greatly said:
Writing is not everybody's cup of tea. it takes labour to be a writer.
_Rosheen jahaan
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