a journey begin with love

Good morning folks.

it's my very first day on dear diary. i am going to pen down my everyday life event. i will be true to my diary starting from my thought,crush,live event,like and everything that encounter me on daily basis.


51. 13/03/2016

Good morning friends.


It’s Sunday today.


Today I woke up in the early morning. Weather was cool. It’s cloudy. I didn’t want to wake up so early. After all time does not swing along with us. I washed my face and rode on my bike and headed towards market to take vegetables for Sunday program. I was in hurry and driving madly. I was shocked when I reach at swaicha (where we used to cook). Yesterday we assigned some work to one of the guy who lives there but in the morning he was sleeping. I setup everything, pour water, ignite the gas, pour rice and then leave for guitar class. I practiced there up to 11 am and again I went to distribute food. I reached home at 2.30 pm. I took my lunch and flattened in the bed.


Today I felt guilty, like I could have done. What if I put some extra effort? That x factor or step if I had taken it might give me self satisfaction.  Today I felt like I am a racist. I did not bother to clean those things before putting on burner because it was meant for the poor and by serving them I am doing a great thing. What the fuck? How suddenly my mentality changed? Before this I used to eat and assure the quality of food we prepare but now a day I am not following it. The reason may be I am not heartily connected. It affects a lot in my work, behavior and attitude. I will not do it again. This thing was killing me all the day.


It’s a way of looking in to a matter with a whole new perspective. It’s time to emerge. It’s time for change and to create something new. It’s time to do something for myself and to feel good. Time is calling to work hard and to break all the barriers of possibilities.


Good night friends.



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