Memories linger in a tacit manner on the pages of my lovely diary and it seems as if shadows of many imposters are crawling, hiding from each other , waiting for the labyrinth of dark.
This diary has been incisive, as far as the truth is concerned. Having been whispered about so many people and their various facets, it has realized and always taken a paradigmatic approach to read each of them. Winter has insinuated along with December which alludes that end of another year is round the corner and when I ogle at each moment of it, I feel nostalgic. There are so many colors in every moment, so many desires- a few that were undone and a few tha