The Pages from Divya's Diary

That morning, Sara gets up little late -in her hostel room- annoyed with the noise outside. She casually makes a bun with her tangled hair and peeps out the window. The girls outside are cheering. The euphoria in the air reminds her,  ‘It’s Valentine’s Day'.  Sara murmurs -  What a stupidity!  Does true love really need this show-off?  She heads towards the cafeteria when observes the corridors are filled with chattering girls laden with gifts and roses. Sara ignores the crowd convincing herself  ‘I’ve better things to do. I’m here to pursue my dreams, not for these silly diversions. I’ll leave no stone unturned to achieve my goals'.  She finishes the coffee and rushes to her room. Sara checks the phone- no messages or calls as usual. She pins herself to the books but those elated faces dance in front of her eyes as if they are teasing her. The harder she tries to concentrate the more she finds herself distracted. Irked Sara puts the earplu...

Dear Dad, Today I want to tell you so many things I haven’t told before because I know - I can't hold my tears looking at you. It’s true that I don’t need any special day to express my love for you yet I’ve learnt to celebrate the little things come on my way. On this father’s day, I want to tell you what an amazing person you are. You have always been my hero – A man of golden heart, a man of words. Though the world perceives your image of toughness, I know you are just like a tender coconut – extremely soft within. I grew up wishing to be like you - a staunch supporter of humanity, a person of immense courage and strong opinion. Fifteen years back when middle-class people in small towns didn’t approbate the idea of sending their daughters out of town for higher studies, you stood firm on our career aspects. People suggested you to save your hard-earned money for our marriages but you said ‘ If my girls are well educated there will be a long queue of grooms outside my...

Diya, a five-year-old was a jaunty and zestful kid. She liked to remain happy in her own world. The world which was full of love, colors, beauty, and dreams. The little blonde hair girl used to run barefoot behind the butterflies for hours. She was mesmerized by its colors, patterns, and most importantly – its character to fly. She was a nature lover who liked everything from sunrise, dewy leaves, misty mornings, rain, sunsets and starry nights. She was amused with nature - an artist- who painted and sketched uniquely every day. She had the immense love for freedom.  She wanted to perceive and explore even the tiniest phenomenon of life - free as a bird. She, a chatterbox, was full of life but mostly considered naughty because of the unexpected results of her silly experiments. She had the special affection with birds. Usually, in evenings, she used to sit and gaze at the sky; endlessly watched the birds’ flocks heading back to their nests. It was exciting for her to see th...