A letter from every writer’s diary to them

Note: “This letter is filled with memories and nostalgia.”

My dearest Silent Monk,

I hope you are well. This is me, your long lost diary!

Although we do not meet each other these days, yet I sit by your side every morning, and watch you sip your morning tea and churn out stories of love and kindness. At times the ‘tippity tap’ of your clanking keys gets to my nerves, yet I cherish you flying far and high.

Remember, the very first day when you sat with a pen in your hand, you jotted down the following on the first page —

“Lord, Please help me to remember that nothing is going to happen to me today, that You and I cannot handle it together.”

The quote still stands there, immortalized in dark blue ink, and promises to protect you forever in your worldly pursuits.

As you continue your journey of digital dreams, I just want to share a few pearls of wisdom that I have gathered here sitting by your side — often biting dust under sunshine.

I. I am glad your stories are seeing the light of the world.

Earlier, it was just you, me and your long lost stories — stories that we both refused to share with the world.

On the rarest of occasions, when all your friends had gathered in your apartment over a cup of tea, you would pick me up and read one of your stories. Remember our personal favorite story titled, “Forgotten Smiles!”, which you would often narrate just so perfectly with a touch of grief and sadness. It is still there, and is waiting when you would yet again invite your friends and read her again.

I always felt you are being unfair to yourself by not publishing your stories, but am glad that now your stories are travelling far and wide. This is something we both could not have done earlier, and I am glad to all that is making this happen.

II. Let us continue to meet on special occasions

Just as a mother feels grateful to see her kids spread wings and fly to lands far far away, I am more proud of you than I ever was. Yet I long for your embrace on rare occasions.

In a digital world which demands writing everyday, let us for once write something that is not for the world to see — your office crush you hesitate to talk about, your occasional struggles with depression, the inner dilemmas of life and death.

Write for the world, and I shall always support you. But whenever you get tired of the same, come to me and we shall write something that is just for us. Something that cannot be weighed in claps and earnings. Something that shall remain a secret, just between you and me. Promise.

III. Don’t loose your calm and patience as you transcend into digital world.

I hate to say this but in the world of undo’s and redo’s, you are loosing your sense of calmness.

Remember when you would be so deep into your thoughts before writing anything, simply because you do not want to cut and rewrite the same. I would often joke that the hermit is currently under meditation, and will churn out something beautiful.

I miss that calmness as I see you race against time to finish an article. Remember, no Medium earnings, howsoever high, can get that back. Try not to lose your patience in pursuits of claps and responses.

IV. I can still help you to generate ideas!

When children get lost in their lives, they often return home to their parents to find their way. You can too. Whenever you are lost of ideas to write, come to me.

The present day writers would never know that the nostalgic scent of a diary opens the gates to a thousands ideas. The paper, the ink, the dust, the tears — and the combined scent of all of them — all of us will help you together. Try it once, and you won’t have to read blogs on “How to generate ideas for writing?”

V. I am getting old too!

I know I am getting old, and eventually my skin shall become so dry that the soothing touch of our favorite pen will only tear me apart. Just as a mother longs for her kids, I wish to experience your embrace one last time.

I know you still love me like old times, but often a relationship requires you to be just present for each other.

Remember the story that you once wrote — “One more wish please!” which would always makes you feel humble. It is still there, immortalized. She also longs for you to come and pay us a visit. And that tear too — that you shed when writing this story, it is still there and expresses his deepest affection to you.

Even if you don’t want to write, lets catch up some day, traverse through the old pages as they shall take us on a memory lane of the days that are long forgotten in yet another digital rat race.

I know you have gotten very busy. You have to write an article today. As I end this letter, just to let you know that the paper with the tea stain has grown as beautiful as ever, and sends his regards to you.

We all — the diary, the pen, the stains, the tears — all shall wait for you to pay us a visit, or write back to us. Even if you are not able to do so, just as a mother proudly watches her kids spread their wings, we all will continue to silently watch you write stories that touch deep into hearts.

Written with all love and heart,

The Silent Monk’s Diary

P.S. No Grammarly or ChatGPT was used to write this letter. Hence, it might contain some errors, but there is no dearth of Love and Affection in this letter.

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