A post a day

I was watching 'Anand' tonight. A small thing stuck me. AB used to write diary daily. This was impressive.
My grand father used to do the same and so did Anne Frank.

More than anything else, what struck me most was the regularity and discipline which is needed to do this.

So here is the plan: I will start writing something good/bad/beautiful/ugly that happened the very day. I will also write about some feelings which I wish to express but do not have people around to do the same.

I so hope and wish that this desire is fulfilled. Lets see how committed I am towards the goals!

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