While undergoing a self introspection,many things flow across my mind.A few things I have become addicted to in these years which some find weird and some funny yet interesting.One such habits of mine (infact many must have had this)is scribbling down everything on the last pages of my notebook.
Whenever any thought comes to my mind,
I write it on the last page of my notebook.
Whenever I find the lectures boring,
I play games,whether its bingo or housie,
draw pictures,whether cartoons or designing my own fashion wardrobe,
plan my hangouts or any idiotic crap with friends,
Just everything on the last page of my notebook.
When I am hurt or heartbroken,
the last page of my notebook patiently absorbs my tears.
When I feel like falling for him,
I share my feelings with the last page of my notebook.
When I am angry with someone and want to flood my anger,
I use the last page of my notebook.
When I am really wrong and need to confess,
I confess to the last page of my notebook.
When I want to remember a few things told by my teacher,
I discuss it with the last page of my notebook.
When I solve any puzzles riddles or mathematical calculations,
the last page of my notebook helps me with it.
Whenever I plan to study,
the last page of my notebook reminds me my study schedule.
Whenever I wish upon the stars,
I share it with the last page of my notebook.
Between calculus questions,test dates,English quotes,
so many baffled calculations,so much of funny hogwash conversations,
the last page of my notebook reveals a few personal lessons taught by life,
a few dark secrets,a few funny incidents,a few sleepless nights,
a few childish pranks,a few dreams,a few nightmares and lots more….
Unknowingly and silently perhaps it has become my dearest buddy
Listens to me unquestioningly.
Absorbs my tears without grumbling.
Understands me silently.
Strongly believes in my dreams,
no matter how silly they may seem.
The last page of my notebook
accepts me the way I am....
