The Public Diary

http://dailypost.in/your-story/45361-the-name-game In the backdrop of my head, I had it planned to directly post the content of the above URL link to my blog which I had shared through a  blogpost   earlier. I was thinking that you never know as to when it might get removed or deleted by the owner of that particular publication, or what if the owner of that site decides to shut down their project and let the site inaccessible.  But, I guess, I got too late to cover the content. My fear has come true. I was just scrolling through my blog posts and reading the titles when I saw this post.  So, I clicked on the URL only to find the link of no use.  Did I create quite a hullabaloo over it back then?  A lot, in my writing world. Over my story getting published on an editorial publication website in the section that it doesn't acknowledge anymore.  So, I'll have to dig into the storage of our dated personal computer whose RAM has been almost fully exhausted, windows outdated, a mouse

Do you remember how carefree we used to be as kids? Golden days of life when there were no miseries of life.  But boy when any such apprehension occurred, it made us freak out as hell. Not getting my point? Let me explain. It must be in 4th or 5th standard when one morning upon reaching the classroom, I saw one of my friends crying and hence surrounded by 4 or 5 class fellows, consoling her. I asked about her well-being, to which I got a reply from some other girl that she was crying because her heart had come to her stomach.  Back then, I didn't find the idea of it utterly stupid but now I certainly do. There are times when some part of our body becomes extra sensitive that we start feeling the beating of the heart through the blood veins in that particular part (Pardon me if I went wrong in explaining the reason biologically). She must have mistaken it to be some cardiac matter. Kids can be so mindlessly misleading. For instance, there used to be this friend of mine who knew how