I've always been that type. My brain processes stuff at breakneck speed and it's hard to keep track of all the situations I overthink. It's messy in my head. In my heart, too. When I was six, I saw a Disney series, probably some 90s rerun, a coming of age story, and I insisted my father to get me a journal. He said paper is mighty. Mightier than pen. You see, without paper where would you write in this age? Well, paper was costly too and we had no budget for fancy journals and hello kitty merchandise. So, my father repurposed the yearly diaries he received every January. I grew up bagging the heaviest of them each year. I learnt to write, to express myself in a foreign language before I even understood the grammatical nonsense of my words. I learnt to write before learning to read the fine print of Enid Blyton or Agatha Christie. That came years later, when I was thirteen and met @baishali_l These journals have been through high and low, banes and boons. Journals that hold secrets and lies. Words that I could never say out loud, for I was a brainy dusky fat little girl. Fair & Lovely never helped, you see. These journals hold memories, a part of me that will never die. The insecurities, the fear that made me into the woman I am today. I am aware, that I am rare. And these journals can maybe tell you why. Cherish the memories you hold so close, express what you couldn't ever before. With each acceptance, you'll grow fearless. All those stories and shenanigans you laugh at when I retell, these journals heard the first draft. I'm not perfect at first go, but writing and editing those experiences made me polish those anecdotes you envy. These journals are all I am. All I was, for my Google Drive knows me better now. 📚📓📄 #memories #journals #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #writersofig #expression #nostalgia #missmostcriticizing #rambles #rants #authorsofinstagram #authorlife #neverstoplearning (at Asansol) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjnx9QSvWEW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=