Dear Diary,
I am taking a break from narrating the ultra eventful Rice ceremony. For now, let me tell you what happened last night.
As you know I love to live in peace, on...
Dear Diary,
I am back with my unfinished story. And where else can I go? You are the only one to understand my miseries, my friend.
So on that fateful day after they took...
Dear Diary,
Didn’t I once tell you that these adults must never be trusted? I once again learnt it the hard way. This man and woman in the house, I must say, are...
From that day I understood I was on my own and these adults are never going to offer me the things I actually crave. So I decided to take things into my ‘own hand'.
Just today as I was sipping into my happy phase after my favourite bath session, the same question attacked me for the hundredth time and spoiled my mood.
“When are you going to do potty?”
