Pulled out a dusty 1992 diary bound in red rexin from my father’s old suitcase full of moth eaten, faded delights.
Today, however, I had no time to go through the musty contents of that old suitcase. I had an agenda. I had to think of an appropriate name for my diary, my keeper of secrets. I had to pour out my heart into it every day. Just the way Anne did?
Its 2009, and I am still writing stories in my head. I think it is time.
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2 comments:
babe! i just came here :). soo good to see something! lovely header art, and lovely piece. let it flow babe!
I knew you would :)
The header is a pic of Tsongmo lake that I clicked in Sikkim. Have still not figured out the layouting options, will take some time!
You are the inspiration behind starting a blog...so heres' to you! Love you
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