I had always scoffed at the idea of writing diary. Till I started that is. In school I used to hear most of the girls talking about this. Especially after one finishes reading the chapter about Anne Frank. Overnight, writing a diary was the in thing. And yeah, I started writing in a diary too. And quite frankly because I was always left out of the conversation. Anne Frank names her diary as Kitty or something. Since we are religiously following the art of diary writing, we name ours too. Thats the hot topic of discussion during evening snack on roadside. The girl with the coolest name is the uncrowned queen. In one month, writing diary was so famous that it was getting annoying to talk about only that. And like every other fad, the shelf life of this fad was lesser than I had expected. The fad now moved to tennis in school but I somehow got stuck with diary writing. It was not a daily journal. Just a book to keep note of odd ideas, silly jokes, pictures of then crushes, dried Gulmohar flower, rose petals, dried leaf, news paper clippings, a black and white passport sized photo of me in my crisp school uniform and of course my dreams. I wrote in expensive glossy books as I grew older but that 12 rupees notebook is still dear to me than the others. And its pathetic that most of the things are written in my laptop than in any notebook. But then again, I have all my thoughts and ideas and forgotten dreams and dumb ideology password protected :-)