Her stories


Came across this piece of paper while clearing book shelf in Diya’s room. This was amongst many other scribbled notes in her books. It reminded of my own childhood. I too used to keep jotting down what I felt and observed in my journal. But it was much later than her age now.

This is what the note says (translated):

My story:

One day my mom and dad were discussing about me saying that : our child would grow up to be a good child. I heard it and was very happy. I love my entire family very much.

(I guess she must have overheard one of those many conversations which A and I were having about her.)