It was not just my diary but my best friend
I shared a very special bond with each and every paper of it.....
When I was lone, it was always there to soak my tears and absorb all my pain that bleed through my heart.....
Many pages carried my smile and many carried my frustration....
Every page reflected a different story and experience of mine....
How can someone be so cruel to make aeroplanes and paper boats out of my life story.... 😢😢

- Garima