On New year's eve, I received a diary from Dad. He'd have never thought how much difference his gift(diary) would make in my life. That was Dad. Always a giver. Grateful I am.
Every New year, I get a diary from Dad. New years come with a few routines. Wish everyone. Welcome the new year at night in church. Spend time watching TV for a while. Sleep the whole morning.
Jan 1. 2009.
Soon after waking up from a late-night sleep, I met a lot of friends. I met Sai Charan, Tejaswi, Bhargav, and a few more.
Tejaswi was always a chap interested in videogames but enjoys conversations and new ideas. I was the blabberer. He was also my basketball partner who came along with me at times.
On New Year's afternoon, three of us, Sai Charan, Teju, and I decided to celebrate the new year in a new style.
We went out for lunch. Socializing and hanging out at bakeries was one extent. And at the age of 15, we went on our own to a restaurant to dine on a special occasion. That first afternoon was the first entry in my diary. Till then, I never used a diary to record my life. I always used a diary as another book for my studies. But, for the first time, I wanted to write what's happening in life.
I started writing. I started writing my thought. My thoughts were short, wavering, judgmental and what not.
I didn't write to be corrected. I didn't write to tell. I didn't write for a record. I wanted to write because I liked it.