just picked up my old diary and the corner of my room I loved to write **(which i was ignoring for long)
i was surprised what I found there.


As a teenager loved writing always (i believe everyone of us is a hidden writer or poet inside)
it's been my support at times
at times clarification of questions
and answer to my unspoken silence
cut to ..
**
My beginning of new late teen age years
got many experiences
tools and knowledge
including my friend family phone social media and COVID period of silence.

even though I was never a tec fan
still adapted the charge and learnt to use technology for learning and productivity (took enough time to accept I don't have choices)

as years passed With all real time experience I becameore and more realistic (better to say practical (over)*)

and somewhere lost connect with the one i used to be in my teen age years ..
one who was having many issues but always hopeful .
one who get things unwanted but always believed goodness exist.
and more of my surprise (not actually)
i became one who tried to snatch every moment and fill it with some productive stuff**
i lost the self who used to write all thoughts.
let it flow in rymes
even though i still wrote(typed)sometimes just to give...