Shadow

I once had a diary named shadow. Mushy as it may sound but the reason why I came up with such a name was that, a shadow is something that knows everything about you, me, ALL of us. We cannot hide anything from it. It has all the inside scoops. Shadow knows our true self, things that even our best friends does not know about us. And the best or worst of it all, (that depends on how you see it) shadoW sees things without bias, knows even the things that we dump on our subconscious mind because it is something that is not socially accepted or we force to forget or deny ourselves. There, that's how shadow came to life - at least on the pages of my little diary. Sad to say, shadow is nothing but a heap of ashes right now. That little notebook had the best and worst of my high school and college life. After graduation, i hid it on a box that contains all the mementos of all those 8 bitter-sweet years. I finally forgot about it and one day, without meaning to read it, i opened that said box, looking for something. There it was waiting to be read again. Going through those 8 long years again wasn't easy. It literally gave me a heartache. I cried myself to death, laughing here and there. I was short of being called a lunatic. The short of it all, I burned it because of some of really awful memories. I lost my mom when i was in 3rd year college and shadow had the worst of my life in those pages.I wanted to rewrite my life. And for sure, the few free spaces here will show us a glimpse of it...