This dairy log of mine has an everlasting effect on my mind, it rekindles my memories of my childhood, our longtime trustworthy maid Bimla masi who adored me, my ever-pampering mom and dad, and our beloved one and a half-year-old parrot Rinku. These memories also trigger a sense of regret. I was an above-average student in my school, but procured good marks with consistency in literature subjects, did somewhat good in sports, and was part of the most successful band in our school, that had stupendous longevity until we are separated after school. My parents didn’t complain much about my educational front, they were rather proud about how I conducted my student life at school.
Obtruded by my parents I took admission in electrical engineering, my creative side got trapped between the folds
