Thank you. Really; thank you for being mine. It seems like nobody other than you is even bothered about me. I really wish at times you could talk back to me too, then I wouldn’t be this lonely. But I am scared to wish hard enough, what if when you too can talk you go and find new friends and leave me alone forever? I would be so sad and my heart would just break.
Today I fell down while getting down from the bus and it hurt very badly. I came home to tell mom about it, asked her to apply something so my pain would go. You know that she has magic in her hands na? If I am sick and she caresses with her hands, my illness would go away soon. So I wanted to tell her to take away my pain, but she shouted at me for being in between her and the tv. What do I do now? Whom do I tell?
When daddy came home and was sitting on the chair by the dining table, I went and crawled into his lap to show him my knee. But he was too busy with his friends on his new smartphone. Am I not smart enough to be spent time with?
You tell me. You know everything. You know me better than anyone else no?
Tell me, diary, what is missing in me that they do not want me? Nobody seems to have any time to talk to me. I pray every night before going to sleep to wake up as my brother’s xbox or my mom’s tv or daddy’s smartphone. At least one of them would want me then.
Tomorrow I will go and tell my class-teacher. She is the only one who listens… after you of course 🙂
Good Night Diary‼
My friend Leo and I are writing on the same theme for the AtoZ2015. The word for the alphabet D that we've chosen is Diary. Thanks for stopping by and do let me know what you thought about my story before you hop away :)
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