So here's the next chapter of the story. I should warn you, it might not be what you all must've expected but this was what came into my mind when I thought about the hows and whats of this story! 😛
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Chapter Two
Dear Diary
The feeling of being loved is great, isn't it? No, I'm not talking about the love that you're thinking. Love isn't only the mushy feeling that you think I should feel at my age, you know! It has many forms. The love of parents for their children, the love of siblings, the love of friends.. Thankfully, I'm blessed with the ones I've mentioned. I'm my parents' darling daughter, my sister's role model.. Yes yes, I have a friend too. You know who that is? You! You're my best friend. Always there for me and letting me do all the talking while you silently embrace every word I utter. Oh come on! It doesn't matter that you're a diary and not a human. Don't worry, I can make friends with human beings too. But I don't care. You're aware of the reason already. I don't like to talk much. Well, what's the need to be a chatterbox, huh? My rule in life: stick to your own business, no need to be all friendly and talkative with people when you don't feel the same deep down in your heart!
But why are we deviating from the topic? I was telling how good it feels to know that you're loved by the people you care about. Sitting in this hostel room all alone, you'd think I'll always talk about being lonely, right? Not when I receive my family's letters and emails and gifts every other day. I got a package before I went to college today. Didn't have time to check what it was but I took the accompanying letter with me and read it when I sat in the common room for my regular two hours. Of course it was the usual letter with all their love shining through! Each of my three precious family members had written a whole page of how much they miss me. Chhoti also wrote her plans for the weekend, which included a girls' night out with her school friends. She's so different from me. Adventurous, talkative, outgoing. Sometimes I wonder how God can make two flesh and blood sisters poles apart in nature! But I miss her. I miss Mamma and Baba.
I may never express how I feel.Words will never be enough.I may never tell how much you are missed,But I do realize that without you, life is so tough..!
I wrote this when I read the letter. Sitting in the common room. Speaking of the common room, you know Diary, I sometimes feel I'm being watched. Like somebody's looking at me. I get scared sometimes but I never look around to confirm my fear. It's probably only my paranoia, a result of having to stay away from your family for as long as I have..
Tomorrow 's going to be an important day. There's an annual speech which me and my classmates have to do as seniors. Of course it's only going to be in our own class and I'll just have to talk about every subject, what I've learnt from it and how I'm going to be able to utilise my knowledge in practical life. Not very interesting or easy for someone like me. I've never quite done speeches before but this one is important so I can't find a way out of this one. I still need to review what I've written to check if it is actually two and a half minute long, and maybe practice a bit too. Wish me luck!
Oh yes, I forgot to tell. There's a party in college in two weeks' time. I got stuck again. The professor said that not only do I have to attend it, I also have to work with a group of nine other students for organizing it. I so dislike parties! Why, oh why do they have to hold so many parties? Not that I attend any of them, but still... And guess what, there's only going to be one other student in that group who is a bit familiar to me. Well, he's my classmate but I've never talked to him so it's still going to be awkward. Ah yeah! He's the one I mentioned about earlier. Maan Singh Khurana. Apparently, the 'most wanted guy' of our class. I heard a bunch of my classmates - girls - gushing over how beautiful his eyes are and how alluring his smile is. I laughed at that, internally of course. Silly girls. They're always talking about him and his effect. I don't understand what's so special. Agreed I haven't really noticed his eyes or smile. He's just intimidating. But that's another story so I tried to think the way those girls do and ended up writing this.
You have no idea
About the feelings you stir...
Your eyes and your smile
Make everything else a blur.
Cheesy, I know! But I'm yet to discover what's so special about his eyes and smile...
Edited by mayyo13 - 12 years ago
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