Not a Virgin!!, I repeated Aghast, in my mind Though outwards difficult For me was an expression to find Innocent and cute she was To me when she first met Oh God! love was in my fate From a girl so unchaste All the moments with her Happily I had spent And a simple truth … Continue reading Virgin-2

Dear Diary

That’s what the old pages do…I have also writen few months back…👇

reading back my trustworthy stock
A similar thing. So, I can well relate to your nostalgia.

Keep scribbling Prankies

Scribbling will make re reading our lives easy.

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior


The Scattered Beans.......

It has been long since I have written something, so this Sunday while going through my old diary, where my friends have jotted down their feelings for me when we were in college. Shuffling through the yellowed pages glides you to a mesmerizing world, whose claim to existence now is only in our memories. THose precious, nostalgic moments bring out an effervescent smile onto your face. My beloved diary, as I mentioned earlier, is a collection of thoughts and feelings and reading it after many years after it was written surely gives me an insight of my past and how my actions then were perceived by my fellow brethren.
Someone rightly said when s/he compared memories to be a bunch of flowers, some look good, some smell good and there are rare few which have both qualities. Amidst those peachy, aromatic bouquets you are sure to find some hard, pinchy…

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