hi bloggy..

hav been addicted to the habit of writng diaries since i was a kid...and m seeing this blog as an extension of tht habit...

just looked outside my window and saw raindrops falling on the pane...the sound of thunder still scares me ...in a way it reminds me of the monsoons i hav enjoyed at home...wen i used to be fully drenched while coming back from college ...throw the wet clothes on the bed...ignoring moms pleas to keep the wet stuff out i used to just jump into the study and wet the whole carpet...!..

rememberin a poem i scribbled long ago...

i know they have gone..

and will never return...

the days of my mischief...

the days of my fun..

the dolls of my childhood..the dreams of my childhood....

i can forget everything ..but never the days of my childhood..

a little girl..all by herself..playing amidst dolls...

comes in my dreams..and then i recall..

shes none other than me..

her world was different..with no interferences from the bitter truths of life..

the girl has now grown up..with new hopes and dreams..

she has a new aim..to secure prestige and esteem...

but still wen i'm free...

i can see her somewhere...playing and dancing amidst dolls...

with no one around to disturb her peace..

and bring her into a world of reality...