There are many stories we all have in our past. Today I remembered that I also have the same. In this quarantine, I was wandering everywhere at my home. Why? Was I searching for something? No! Absolutely not! I was not searching for anything, but I found a very nostalgic thing. I found a story, some words, and one pink bag with Disney Princesses. There were so many secret pockets in my pink Disney Princess bag. When I was a kid, I loved to collect pink pencils, erasers, sharpeners, pink notebooks, and all stationery. Now I love to collect pink stories in which I want to write my pink words and memorable moments.
So my childhood friends, I’m sorry if you lost your pink things, if you lost your pink erasers, pink pencils, and pink sharpeners, as well as your lunch in the pink lunchbox. I’m Sorry! Sorry to pillage some fight moments as pink memories. Sorry If you got your pink tiffin empty after prayer. But thank me for sharing my lunch with you.
I’m Sorry my teachers, if I painted my desk with pink watercolor. And thank you for laughing and encouraging me for my innocent behavior. With that small pink bag, I went into a flashback. Suddenly I moved my hand to open the bag. I found two or three strawberry-shaped erasers, one “Shak-Laka Boom Boom” pencil (gifted by someone), and some other pink stationery. I could feel the fragrance of those erasers. I opened my secret zip. I was shocked. My “Pink Diary” was not there. I tried to remember when I saw it last time. Was that the Magic of time? Yes! Maybe I lost my pink diary, or I gave it to someone?
I was just in my bed and thinking about my diary, in which I wrote my pink (kiddish) feelings with pink ink. I forgot that secret notebook, which knows all my secrets.
Please! Please! Please! Whoever has my pink Secret Diary, please return it to me. I want to keep my secrets hidden and don’t want to share with anyone. I want to remember all my feelings, emotions, and thoughts again. After reading it, I’ll hide it in the secret pocket of my pink bag, and that pink bag will always be hidden in my memories. Because when we were kids, Pink was the color of “Childhood” but now when we are mature, Pink is the color of “motherhood.”