My aunt gifted me a diary on my twelfth birthday. It looked like any other diary — with a red cover and a small lock to keep nosy people out.

My diary became my best friend. I was never lonely for I always had the diary to confide in. My diary took down my emotions and feelings like no other person would.

I would sit in my favourite spot with  the diary in my lap, and chew the tip of my pen, thinking what to jot down at the same time.

My diary may look like a ordinary book from the outside, but to me it is a whole new world of thoughts and emotions.

My diary has never let me down, and is my favourite possession. It has already helped me improve my writing skills.

I want to tell the children of Nepal that if you have started writing, then keep it up. If you haven’t then you can start.

Today I can just recap my memories by flipping through the pages of my diary.