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Dear Diary

Dear diary 

Day1In the serene library 

Silence was mandatory 

Concentration at its peak 

A look I did sneak

My heart fluttered.

Day 2

Oblivious to the surrounding 

Preoccupied in your being

A book I did pick

Survey of the room was quick

Heart played the drums 

As your fragrance drifted in the room.

Day 3

Library is too hushed

I began to feel the crush

First move I must make

Before it is too late

Ah! There she is

A glance I did perceive.

Day 4

An alarm set in my mind

She walks in dot on time

Courage I did muster 

The first hello 

Like sails my heart did flutter.

Day 5

There she is 

Seems to be eagerly waiting 

As I stride towards her

The smile curves her lips

Scales tip towards me.

Day 5

It is Rose day

A red one it had to be

Feelings  I could not contain

As her perfume wafted

Gave her the red rose

With a poem carefully drafted.

Day 6

The coffee shop beckoned 

Our eyes met as we settled 

Fingers entwined 

Eyes enshrined in trance

Our being wallowed in love.

– Pradnya Surve


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Written by Pradnya Surve

A child counsellor and teacher, enjoyed every moment of motherhood
My Masters degree in Child Development and Family Relations is a value addition to a basic affinity towards people

Reading and writing is passion inherited from my family who were voracious readers, lovers of art and theatre

I am fortunate to nurture my interests having a life partner with similar interests. My children too are taking forward the legacy

Proud to be associated with Artoonsinn which is family for me

PP Pioneer


Scribbles in my diary