A Few Pages

on a sultry day when there was nothing else to accomplish, roaming around listlessly in my parents' house, stumbled at a little diary from my teenage years! with a pretty picture of a rose bouquet on the cover! my best friend, I thought I couldn't live without, but disappeared later in my life, got the diary for me - located it among her father's office-materials, and determined - it was a nice present for a book-worm girl whose only passion was papers! although she was so thoughtful, it was a really tiny diary, I thought - not enough space to cover all my gripping thoughts! my head was bursting with ideas - from appeasing my over-scrupulous math teacher’s tantrums, to secret plans of rendezvous with friends, and mostly about the boys around us, some of whom were a bit silly, but paid a lot of attention to me! question was - who did I like? they seemed unpretentious, were they really? was not sure myself. one day decided on one, and he biked away at an accelerated speed at my sight! was I not pretty? was I not charming? was I bossy to frighten them? was my voice not alluring? at last I did decide not to bother about them too much! but get on with my literary life! the diary was my precious friend, as close as a friend could be, I confided, poured my soul, everything in her - from my deep-down secrets, little happinesses, my innocent pleasures, to the intense sadnesses I felt sometimes. it was not the passionate diary of a brave young girl hiding in the secret basement of a building, hiding from the cruelest regime in the world, it was candid expressions of a sensitive, shy, demure, emotional teenager, the only outlet of her true feelings about the intriguing world. how much I admired the pretty dresses my friends wore, and wished I had a few! how much I admired spending time in our patio at the magnificent dawn when nobody was up, to see what I was up to, how much I wished I were an author, and wrote novels like Jane Austen. how much I wished I lived in Shakespeare's time, and be one of his maidens - Miranda, and Opehelia, and Juliet, and Rosalind - who emerged in my wildest dreams when I was in a dreamland! the dreams which I wished, would never end, but for sure they ended eventually! A Diary - a few pages bound together - was me!