I stood there watching a person not from afar. She was looking back at me with as much intense as I was looking at her. The more I tried to figure her out, she seemed to be more interested in what she was thinking too, squinting her eyes and turning the head slightly towards the right. Noticing that, I smiled. Then she smiled back and as if concluding or realizing something, before she twirled a strand of the hair with her right index finger. When she does that, I can feel her eyes are more relaxed and that it’s a natural way to portray her ease. Now her smile suggests that she has come to a conclusion on what she was thinking. I felt happy and turned back from the mirror and walked towards the black bag on a nearby chair and reached inside to draw out the ‘Book’.
The ‘Book’ is my life. It has been serving me as my friend, who I share everything with, my guider who helped me clear my thought and decide on what to do next, and my secret hiding place where nobody else can ‘find’ me. The book has seen me change transform into adulthood, from a little girl. When I started to write, I always address it as ‘Dear Diary’ and then I created a name for it and then later somewhere in the teens, I changed the name to that of a character I had created who is the hero of most of my stories. Now the book is closed. It contains stories of two decades. I call them two chapters of my life.
The third chapter starts from here, my ‘StoryBook’. I am going to be Thirty soon, bidding farewell to Twenties and welcoming a new decade, turning the pages to start a new chapter in my life.
But in this blog, I will not share my personal life story. I will share interesting thoughts about life in general, and stories I write to ‘escape’ from the real word – my hiding place.
