Now that I think about my life, by seeing the last past decades of journey,I can visually see the how the dots are connected, some time they will we seen directly and sometime I have to pay close attention to those events that had helped me to reach at the consecutive stage of event.the importance of those events may sound negligeble at that time but now I thank my self for doing the stupest of the things I have done, to bring me a little somewhere where I am now.

Now by stoping these philosophies of mine, may I introduce my self?

So ladies and gentlemen , people recognise me,not everyone though,with the name diya.the name suggested by my grandmother and approved by my parents.the meaning is also quite simple,an earthen ,bowl shaped pot smaller from the bottom with wider opening, used as a oil lamp.now what I like is not the meaning but the message this earthen lamp gives.that is the things of future.

So , story starts when I was in going in 6 th grade , being a 12 year old.going to school was never my thing.but I have to for obvious reasons.my parents have gone to send me for the first day and me being a silent and introverted girl just to make my parents relax was trying harder to assimilate myself with the environment.to the new phase where I have to be with new classmates and the hardest part for me is to make new friends.i know that people exist who just mixed up well without any problems with literally everyone,but guess what , i am different from them all I guess. It make my body cold to think of the scenerio of going in the class filled with different types of children's, well I am a child myself but a mature one I assume they are Different I know.some are just so open, so exovert, and chatty if I could say, some are the intelligent types with their own aura of smartness visible from their confident front and their talks.they are usually the one asking their classmates about the marks obtained by them in the entrance.oh ,i forget to say,well our prestigious school conduct entrance exam for the admission of best students in it.sadly or maybe for the relief of my parents I also got into it.

On the first day of school I just wants to be an observer.to sit silently, introduce myself if needed and to occupy a bench further from the chatty group.if Lucky,make a friend or two.this was my heartfelt thought of the first day of school.quiet sensible right.