My Prized Belonging

Everybody has one precious belonging with which they spend sometime everyday. With whom they speak knowing that it is a non living thing, with which they share their feelings, with whom they express their emotions and on whom they have full trust.

Even I have one of my prized belongings that are my diary. Now I remember my mother’s words" Even your best friend can burst out all your secrets to everyone but your diary will never do so."

I have a diary of my own that nobody else than me knows.

I daily write in it upon how my day went. My fights, my quarrels, my meaningless talks, my senseless acts everything. I write about my pets, my friends, my teachers some special person I met. I have highlighted the days that I thought had something special in them.

"Your secrets wouldn't always stay in your friend’s stomach, they would someday surely come out, but your diary would always keep it with itself."

It lies in my bag or sits on my study table waiting for me to open it and start writing. I have tried all the nonsensical arts and crafts I could have tried. I decorated it in the worst way I could have.

"A book is a man’s best friend" and my diary has proven it to me. When I am sad I just pick up a pen and start writing in my diary that gives me relief. When I am scared to do something but I have to do it I just hug my diary for two minutes that brings strength in me. My diary has accepted me at my worst and made me feel amazing at my best.

Whether I have gone for a 1 day picnic or a 10 days picnic with my friends or my family I never forget to take my diary along with me. While writing in it in the school it is very difficult to keep it away from my ever-loving friends but it happens. It is my most prized and treasured belonging