Dear Diary

Back home from a long tour of the outside world.

Charmed to see that smiling Maa's Face.

Back in Dad's oh! So comforting cuddle.

Sleeping here in my room, I drift away.

A reflection of my life beyond this place I call home,

Faces of people, I didn't know some time back, 
start a long thread of memories.

People I affectionately have nicknamed,

People I have had pillow fights with,

People who know just too much,

People I have cuddled like it was the last,

People I now adore with the whole of my heart.

It's difficult to find such great friends, I have heard.

Is it so? Or am I just purely lucky?

Sitting here on my terrace swing,
with a balmy breeze in my hair.

My mind is stuck with one question.

Where's the daddy's little girl..?

Who just wanted to spend the whole of the weekend at home?
Talking and jumping around?

Where's my mom's little angel?
Who was content just being around her?

And who's this who craves to be the same yet so different.

Away from everyone yet so close.

To look for the brightness of the world and fiddle with its darkness.

What is this? Who is this?

I know what is it,

So virtual yet so real.

Part of growing up,
Part of life.

Mmmmm..

I guess..