There used to be a tree, in a far off place during my adolescent days. To be frank, I never kept a dairy in my life, to this day. This tree took upon its bark instead, many of my carves, rip-off , hugs, kisses and blows, accounting my lose, rejection, dejection, delight and many other such wild mood swings. Years later, when I still don’t have a scribble book, at times of such rapidly and intensely fluctuating emotions, I still get intrusive thoughts flashing, reminding me of that old oak tree. Would it be still there, standing tall amidst clean blue skies, piercing silence and dark green jungles in neglected abandon? Holding scars of my erratic accounts of madness— friendship woes, birthday wishes, first love, heartbreak, subsequent breakups, parental clashes, complexities and several such unaltered chapters. — % & My first and last original scrapbook. #yqbaba #yourquote #peppeboy #yqenglish #blankaccounts #storiesfrompast #memories #oaktree
