***I will keep writing for the sake of my old hobby of maintaining diary.***

As the river flows below the bridge,
I am just watching it's flow.
Just like the flow of life's actions.
Moment once missed can't be brought back.

Every past deeds flows like a river through my memory bank.
Feels overwhelmed with its force of flow.
All I can capture is mere droplets of it to write onto paper.

Capturing even 5% of those memory flow,
Can make my little writing hobby incredible beyond its aprehensing capability.
How I try everyday to make my capturing power great and strong.

Eagerness to jot down every little things I go through,
Plays like a magic to make my writeup fun to read later in near future.
Those writeup serves as a diary I once use to write so dearly.
Sad it is to think about losing a favourite hobby you once had.

This new hobby to jot down, scribble down and save it onto miniblog is amazing as keeping a diary.

How I wish I never skipped writing my diary for now every diary serves me as a beautiful past and every minidetails flashbacks the incidences I was once onto...

Beauty of having an old diaries is like having a treasure box of beautiful sad and happy memories...

       -Thought Printed Into Words-