Recently, I visited my school friend Bindhya Gupta to gift her daughter—Vidhi—a present for her birthday. The meeting was beautiful but I got to know few things that I never knew about my school friend.
It all started with a conversation about my blog she really likes my stuff and is a regular reader. After the conversation, she hit me with an interesting comment that was about to open a gate to another dimension.
Agastya, can I show you something?
Sure. What is it?
It’s my dairy.
I was damn excited to hear this.
She immediately ran inside her room and brought a diary out. She writes moments from her daily life. She writes about things that inspire her. She writes joyful and painful moments. She writes poems.
She writes beautiful things.
I never knew this. I only knew about what she told. I never explored this side but my recent visit brought this secret out for good.
Bindhya is an excellent human and she works as a human resource personnel. Her daughter is really cute and she writes as well.
I call it genetic memory.
Both of them inspire me every day and both of them are extremely creative; and finally I got to know the truth about a secret writer in her.
She’s a star.