People always told her it was old-fashioned, slow, and maybe boring. Some questioned her on how she managed to take out time every day to take a note of all that happened? Some told her she is always going to remember it all, ahead in life, it is of no use!
She smiled, never answered. She knew she was doing it for a reason unknown, for a purpose with no self.
So today, after work, when she came home disheartened, feeling lonely.. away from home.. away from family, friends. She immediately rushed to the drawer beside the bed, took out her diary, read it while having food.. and guess what! SHE WAS NOT LONELY ANYMORE.