Postcard Diary..

Dear Diary,

Date: Feb 7, 2012

Stats:

Health: Cant say much.. Not much of a doctor. But, yes, all the good things in life are bad! Ironic.

Weight: Discovered that the weighing scale does lie.

Wealth: Still intact, just been 7 days since the salary came in! But, it seems to be disappearing again! Whats with this magician’s trick! Need to contact AXN to crack the code!

Mental State: What is that! 

Dear Diary,

I write to you today, as I wanted to unleash my inner most thoughts. Sad, to say that it shall be read by a lot more people than you and I. Such is our story! Little goes unnoticed these days. Yes, we are in the habit of airing our dirty laundry. And, its not pretty as the streets of Italy. 

I sit here on my desk, completing a traffic report for an MNC, (Let’s just say that they are a gadget-freak magnet), while listening to Above and Beyond. I am not talking about the honking and cursing here.. its more like stats and graphs. Yes, as an account manager I do need to dabble in far less interesting things in this universe. But, the music is keeping me sane. If there is such a thing..

Lunch was more interesting.. there is nothing better than home cooked food. And, to top it all, Lindt chocolates. Oh divine! Less said about that the better! But, how can a true chocoholic stop at that! I do need to make the readers salivate, to say the least. That would indeed make my job complete. But, neither am I stone-hearted or malicious.

Planning was never my forte. I would rather be led in this topic. Who wants to spend their brains cells (what little we have in today’s world) on making plans, when it takes about a second to shoot it down. I am just looking forward to spending a quiet evening, if there is such a thing in this urban city. Right this moment, I can hear the birds chirping outside my window. That in itself is uncanny. And, yes, the window is mesh-covered to keep the nature at bay! 

I end this extract with a saying.. “Live for the moment”. And, that’s exactly what I intend to do. I need to reach out and grab the Lindt chocolates before they finish. 

Your faithful writer,

aDiTi