Saturday, July 1, 2017

7 years. And I never knew I'd write for so long.

Though I had habit of writing diary, I never had a habit of writing a journal. Searching all the old stuff, I found my 1st journal which I treasure it for being my companion where I could write anything and everything.

And also, looking at my present journal, I smile looking how far I've travelled. I can't thank enough for all the people who made a difference in my life.

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