Thursday, September 19, 2002

I lost my diary.
A few days back.

It isn't exactly a diary. I ramble in it as and when something gives.

And I have no clue where I had left it.

Somebody mailed me a few days back, saying he had found it and so I know I'm getting it back. Which is good I guess.
But it's not so great really. I was worried because there is a load of nonsense and crap in the thing. Random bits of my head. And I did want them back. But I kind of let it go. I don't own it anymore. It will come back. But what was is no longer. I know he's read it and it's not mine anymore. I didn't write to be read.

I'm confused and detached and irritated.
As a friend told me, maybe I should stop carrying my personal effects out of my home. But how do Ieave this head behind?