My diary to the grave...

I have never written a diary in my life...

The reasons could be many. As a child I don't remember seeing anyone writing a diary and hence never thought about it. As I grew, I thought diaries are written by only few people as a hobby. Then i felt it is for those who are not able to express themselves otherwise....

And down the lane of thoughts, i felt may be the reason i really did not want to write a diary is because i did not want to share the deepest of my thoughts with anyone... NO, not even a pen and paper.

I have always believed and shall continue to do so that every person who has taken this journey of life in the so called known world has carried some secrets to the grave.

Now can you deny that you are also carrying a few secrets in your heart or your mind or any place where no one can actually peep into?

Surely am not going to deny. Yes, I do have some secrets which i have never expressed and probably never will. I consider them as my rights to keep them with me, something i can call mine, truly mine and i don't have to prove to anyone about it.

It consists of both positive and negative thoughts if i can call it so. My deepest joy, most painful moments, worst fears, many many expectations, unexpressed disappointments, the silent smiles, the mischievous feelings, the moments of oneness with the nature and the ultimate peace within.

So why am i sharing this with the world today?

Just to remind all those souls out there that if you carrying some secrets, don't worry to much about it. There is nothing to regret about it and the most important....

You are not the only one!

We all carry a secret diary to our grave.

P.S. Now that i revealed am carrying a secret diary, does it mean i have already let out one of my secrets? ;-)