We all are
vulnerable in some way or the other. But the girl I am talking about here is
me. I don’t know why god made me over-sensitive and over-thoughtful. And it is
perhaps the reason that I am too vulnerable to all the opinions surrounding me.
Because of my over-sensitive nature, I end up hurting myself sometimes. Though I
can’t say always, but most of the times, I never try to find faults with
people, rather I start cursing myself or finding faults with my ownself. And
eventually it’s me only who gets hurt!
But as they
say every dark cloud has a silver lining. After every bad day, every
heartbreak, there is hope too!
When I am
upset about something, there is one place I always look up to. That place is
the silent corner of my room where stays my diary on the table top. Here is
where the solutions to my confusions lie. Words are my greatest hope, my loveliest
treasure and the comfort of my room helps me connect with those words. If I say
I love words; that is going to be an understatement. I don’t love words; I am
rather addicted to them.
Sitting in
that silent corner of my room, when I hold the pen in my hands and put it on the
empty page of my diary, I forget almost everything else. I get lost in the
world of words. I grow with the words and fall with them. But words never fail
me. They fill me with a glowing light of optimism and hope. Words impart me
clarity of thoughts. It’s through words that I discover the art of living and
that of loving. I feel them almost coming alive. They remind me that flaws are
integral to human nature. They remind me to cherish myself the way I am.
These words
have a life of their own. And when I hold the pen in my hands, I become a part
of that life. I live through these words and these words live through me. They remind
me of the infinite power I have. The power of imagination, the power of
positivity, the power of hope and the power of love and the power of optimism.
I am grateful
to this small corner of my room where these words dwell inside my diary day and
night and keep me hopeful of a future which is going to be as much bright as
the shining stars in the sky.
I am grateful
to this small corner of my room where these words sing and dance all day and
night and keep me blissful through storm and tide.
I am grateful
to this small corner of my room where these words reflect so much of light all
day and night and keep me introspecting only with a smile.
This post is
written for IndiHappyHours # Lookup Stories
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