A Page Of My Diary - My Room

They say walls have ears and that friends are good listeners. I could never understand the phrase until I actually recalled the times I have spent sharing my joys and sorrows with an empty room. Where there was no one around who could see and feel how disturbed i was and see that i needed someone to talk to me. I find myself declaring that these walls of my room have been my best friends! And within these walls of my room lies a universe of my own, in which I have chartered each galaxy for myself and where each star shines for me and only me.
Although I've heard the clock ticking away for endless hours, it seems as if time has stopped in this room. However time has definately elapsed for those who have been outside it, I have years of my life pass. I have grown from a little girl whose picture is still there on the wall, into a teenager girl. The carpet, the same bed on which I have dreamt countless dreams and shed countless tears. It has always been there to hold me close to console me and at times to share my joys.
The table on which I've studied for innumerable tests and exams remains the same. It too has suffered cause of my moods, when i was unable to solve  some mathematics problems or I was unable to memorize complex chemistry formulae. It has been the sole witness of my long hours of day dreaming and much more.
The room which i call my own, is a memoir of my life. It reminds me of my past and envisions my future. It knows me better than anyone else does. When i pretended to be strong in front of the world it was only my room that saw me collapse and thus saw the real 'ME'. My room has ceratainly been my best and true friend, accompanying me through different phases of my life. Today, when i look at myself through the old mirror resting at the top of that same old dressing table. I see an image of myself not as i am now, but as i was ten years ago