Sunday

Today was perhaps the best day I had with my friends online. Except one friend, I got to talk to everybody. Even with some old friends. I spoke to at least 12 of them. I pretended to be in different moods with everybody. I had to. Only one of them knows how I was feeling all the time. ... I am doing good. I have to be that way :)

Earlier today I was at my aunt's house to celebrate my cousin's birthday. There was a lovely lunch with some wonderful pudding. The pineapple cake had many fruits in it and I loved it. I was very comfortable all through as all the people there were known to me. I was expecting many new faces.

Tomorrow I will be going to the college to return some books to the library and take some new once if they are issuing. The most important thing is that I will be meeting my friends! It looks as though I haven't met them since long. I can't wait for tomorrow to come.

Today evening I also had a detailed talk on Islam and other religions with a friend. It was a nice healthy discussion and I was glad I got a chance to talk all that with him. I am sure that will help him. And I also understood one more thing - though I was fine with what all I had to tell him to convince him on a few things, I think I need to increase my knowledge base. I need to learn more things about my religion and also learn how to be good at conversations that are effective and give me what I want.

Tomorrow my brother has some test in his college so he didn't come to the party. My father forced him a lot but he didn't agree. I was glad he remained at home to study. He is definitely working hard. I hope he fares better than me. But my mother always thinks that I am jealous of him. I don't not know how to show my concern for my brother. All I do for him is pray. My mother thinks something else and calls me jealous. It hurts me when she says that. I want my brother to be better than me.

Today I had lots of food and other snacks. My breakfast was at 11:30 am. Before that I had tea at 9 am. I slept in between. The heavy lunch was at 2:15 pm. Then lots of biryaani around 11:30 pm. I had some cake, chocolate and biscuits in between. But missed the daily dose of eggs and coffee!

Some visitor to my blog (Flowing Emotions) left this poem for the post 'A Guy Like Me'.
Covered in the dust of time
A book lay untouched, unread.
I had abandoned it for years
The words remained unheard, unsaid.

I did not need to read it to know
what the story was about,
I had carried it in my heart for ages
Never once letting it out.

I had lived my life never thinking
About the way I was leading it,
I chose to ignore the book forever
I wanted to die without reading it.

The book now lies in my withered hands,
The story pierces my heart like a knife.
I could throw it away but I know
It would not change the ‘story of my life’.