I hugged my new best friend, closest confidante, the only one whom I exclusively possessed at the age of 9. I held “it ” tightly and whispered into its leaves. It was my Notebook!

From my to my first to-do lists, to my summer bucket list. From my first letters of love, to my shattering shards of heart break, from Shakespeare to Stephen Hawking… I gave “it” all. That was the place I could be myself: absolutely honest.

I had decorated the staring page painstakingly writing my name, decorating my identity as beautifully as I knew myself to be.

And now we are here to do it for you…

Once you dive into these pages,
You may not come out for ages;
But do not worry, do not fear,
You will be the happiest captive there!