pages of my dumped dairy.

Dear dairy,

Things change so fast that at times when you just sit and introspect maybe you’ll feel cynical. Was it really you the actual player or was it destiny and we the mere players.

One year back things were so different; it’s not the same craving, same liking, and same disliking. At times when you achieve what you always wished for. In the process of making others happy why we always tend to forget our happiness.