I Don't Know Why

                                 I Don't Know Why...

I saw her that one night.

A distant relative of a friend.

She's my age. I talk to her, share thoughts.

We play Monopoly and target practice with Nerf.

I am sleepy. My friend is ill and she's the only one left to talk, except the parents, busy in politics.

I change my clothes and come out to say goodnight.

Some last words with her and I say 'Meet you tomorrow'.

I don't know why.

I wake up in the morning and she's still asleep.

I peep, but have to go.

That day I start writing my diary, at night.

My last words are "I like her".

I don't know why.

Several days I write my diary.

My last words become 'Miss You'.

I don't know why.

For some days I forget to write and there are no last words.

After days I remember and write again.

I look behind and read what I have written.

I try to think of a reason behind it.

I don't know why.

It's a chapter I've crossed in my life.

It's no use wasting time thinking on it.

But it was my first time ever.

I feel happy after reading it again.

I don't know why

                                                                                               - Miheer Karandikar