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> Maya: I don't have anyone to share my thoughts or feelings with.

> Me: I am a good listener, you can share with me. 

> Maya: Thank you, yeah i know that.  

Maya, You already know me well, What you don't know is,

My diaries are my closest and most trusted companions.  In the diaries I keep my hopes, desires and memories.  Diaries are my only resource.  I don't even share my sorrows with anyone, I just open the diary and write it down.  But for some time now my distance with the diaries has increased.  I used to write about it every day and now it is written once or twice a month. I don't even know how it happened.  Before, my diaries were the only companions. 

There was a time when I would keep a diary next to my pillow every night and when I woke up I would accompany him in the wake of new dreams.  I used to read before going to bed.  Every day I would have a book, notes, diary, newspaper sports page and entertainment page at the edge of my bed.  My patience is really different, hahaha.  Probably very few people do these at night.

Sometimes I would go and sit by the window of my reading table at about midnight or later, sometimes I would turn off the lights in the room so that the room would be bright in the moonlight.

Whatever you say after listening to my story, I like it.  There is still a habit then.  Sitting in front of the mirror before going to sleep at night.  But now life has become a little more mechanical.  Now all this is just for taking selfies.

I have wanted to be a doctor since I was a young.  When I read books at night, I would add inspirational books to the books that encouraged me to become a doctor.I still love to watch cartoons, love to read story books at night.  In the end, I would fall asleep reading <a href="https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/kalima"> Kalima</a> in peace of mind.

But yes, I get a little poetic in my mind when I was nine, even though it's not like that.  I was a big fan of Taskin and from there he became Crush.  At night I would read romantic type stories, novels.

***But I never thought I would fall in love.**Though I hated relations  I have received 30/40 proposals at least in my life.  I remember one or two of them.  But I never listened to them. But in the end I got stuck with him and he broke me*

It was a very good time.  Sharing everything with my father, laughing, joking, joy and quarreling with Naeem.  There were many times.  I miss those days so much now.  Where there was no misery.

<div class="pull-right"> -Toushik</div>