Vidhi's Diary

  Will She Ever Smile Again? There was a girl, named Daisy. A young adult who was mom’s girl, dad’s princess and grandpa’s favourite. She was very brave, and always had a smile on her face. Everything was good going until that day, when her mom passed away in an accident. Whole family was devastated but the person who was most affected was Daisy. She was so upset that her physical health was also affected. Her dad and grandpa tried hard to make her happy, but that smile never came. She was crying each and every day, she was breaking down tremendously. Then one day while she was walking the road, she saw a dog wagging his tail looking towards her. She went closer to that dog, that dog was so adorable, he looked at daisy at hunger. She understood and gave him some cake. While observing the dog, for the first time after her mother’s death, she smiled. She felt happy, feeding that dog. That moment she realized that happiness is beneath herself. Just that some incidents or some things, ...

 Quality Matters or Quantity? When we normally visit shops, we tend to hear from sellers that, ”This product is less in quantity but it is good in quality” and we sometimes   believes him and buy it just because of it’s good quality. Why we want it? Just because it’s quality is good? Quantity matters but what if it is not good. It will have more lifespan but it might be bad too. In-the-sense if something is lot in quantity but does not make you happy, then it is not worthwhile. Same way in life, quality matters not quantity. How long your life is, doesn’t matters. But how beautiful your life is, that matters. How many good memories you have matters, than how many days you have survived. At last I would love to tell you that how you spend your days matters, so enjoy your day and make good memories, as memories are the only thing that is left with you at the end. And never regret. -Vidhi Thakor

I Wish I Could Meet Him Again!! When I had that person, I had nothing to say. But when he is not there, I have so much to say, so many things I want to share. But I know the fact that he is gone now. I feel that my voice is choked in my throats; I am not able to speak But I know that he is no more to hear me. I am dying to listen his voice, but I know that it won't be possible. I want to feel his presence, but I am left, only with his memories. I wish I could meet him atleast once, but I know, it is impossible, But his memories will be forever with me. -Vidhi Thakor ( written for a person who is no more in this world; whose heart has stopped.)