The Critic Me
“Make yourself comfortable, you may read some magazines lying there” Aarti said pointing towards a shelf before she disappeared in her room. The book shelf had few dozen of novels, many biographies of famous personalities & entrepreneurs and too many magazines & newspaper articles stacked in files, seemed almost like a mini library. I wondered how people read. I picked one book, checked the name, author’s name, saw its thickness & then put it back in place. I kept repeating the same until my gaze fall on a book with a Maroon cover page. I opened the book & with that I reached a page; the header of which declared “April 29, 2011”. The pen inside served as book mark. I realized that it’s a Daily Diary. I had heard that many people write diary but I never knew that Aarti is one of them. Though I never like reading other people’s personal notes and diaries, still I went ahead and started reading her diary. April 29, 2011 Dear Diary, It was another usual day at