My diaries

Its funny how we think we choose our own diaries. But in fact its the diaries that choose us. The one that becomes ours gets to know who we are and what we believe, our inner secrets and fantasies, desires. We put all our trust and faith in her (its almost another living being, our best friend). We tell her every little detail of our mundane routine. She patiently hears all our gibberish. But is it really a faithful friend? Can it really belong to someone? A diary can never be biased. It is not, it can not be owned. It will always be the master of its own will. It will reveal your trusted secrets to anyone who is fond of her! It doesn't think of consequences. Actually, it doesn't think at all! It is peaceful and calm. After all its the only open book.