I am that kind of a person who keeps secrets.
The one who always kept that corner in my heart.
A corner so dark that you can’t see it and so silent that it never bothers your busy life.
Just when I decided to clean it, I found everything tumbled on me.
Everything that I hid…
From my little adventures of childhood
To my passion for carving clay and wood.
From my favourite phrases from Paolo Coelho’s books
To the way I and the enticing stranger on street exchanged looks.
From the strong weed fragrance worn by my crush
To those random talks that made me blush.
Surprised by how much can this little corner hold
I wondered if it only holds the moments I hide
Or that’s where I actually reside?
-By Divyangana Desai