Again.

She was about to leave for a trip and completed her last page of diary... Packed it with a flower and hid it in her safest place her mom knew what she keeps and where she keeps but she never found... Her trip went well she came back to read her notes but as she reached home she forgot about it... Busy in her household chores time flew by one day she craved for a poem she was super excited that she had a complete Book of her own writings from childhood to the day before her trip she quickly jumped off her bean bag and searched for her Diu that's what she named it... As the moment came she found her diary she found it in a condition she broke... The whole Diu was eaten up by termite the whole book full of emotion was no more her Diu died she cried from her heart it was not just a diary it was report card a book of happiness and sadness that never left her side that never judged her because she herself judged herself... That day she decided not to write again and left her mood of writing... Days passed years passed one day she was away from home she left and in mood to come back soon but she didn't return. Her heart was dying to do something she tried everything but all her efforts went in vain she was getting irritated she had nothing to do but her mind was not letting her to settle down what should she do was the biggest confusion... She searched and found her that pen. She picked it up and kept it aside... The moment she picked it up an idea striked her again her brain asked "should I??can I ?? how could I !!... I never promised not to hold a pen I never promised not to pen down my emotions" so that moment had a spark she picked up her pen and started writing again that day her hand felt no pain neither did her brain she was sleepy but her eyes were awake she was smiling her heart was happy she did something that nobody could stop her from she started again and is continuing still now... Her emotions are felt through her words... those are not just her words it is her feelings that cherish those gone moments...