BURNING YOUR DIARY

It takes years to build a house, but fire can turn it into ashes in no time. This is what i felt when i burnt my diary. It feels like nothing really stays with you forever. With this dies the mastiwali in me and she will be remembered forever. In my loneliness Ridwan was there with me, he heard me when no one did, it took all my words, my emotions, my joys and sorrows. He never questioned me back, but it also showed me the right path when i went wrong. Ridwan thanks for being there and you need to rest in peace now. You will always be my best friend, you accompanied me during my travel, you were there when i needed someone the most, there have been times when my tears fell on your face and you just sat on my lap just comforting me. I named you Ridwan - the highest paradise of my life. I was so happy when i first held you, i loved you so much that i wanted my grandchildren to know you. To tell them that Ridwan was there to record all the good and bad. At this point i don't want to give my grandchildren a sad story, i want them to be happy. I already see tears in their eyes. I can't do this, i love them. I want them to understand life and the beautiful emotions humans have. Dying is important for living. We can't live with holding on to our past, so mastiwali is dead so that a new identity can be created. Holding a new diary in my hand- naming it " BODHI" meaning - Awakened. A new hope, a new story...... Good Bye Ridwan, you will be a mystery for all in Mastiwali's world.