Diary:Day 1

My Diary in which l record the incidents of my daily lives. My life has stopped short of being eventful after l left teaching some two years ago. It is a perfect recipe for disaster though l would not say that l am living in hell. My son is my single solace and then there are students in my locality who acknowledge my presence; and l do not feel that l am part of the crowd, the aunty with white hairs and oily skin still waiting to get a job standing in long queues. I have written a book of poems but strangely a very famous poet is claiming that he has written it. I do not know why this famous author turned a philanthropist for my sake and then this is recommended for people who know him well. They will understand the true nature of his villainy though he comes across as a very affable person. Mamata Banerjee is the leader of the masses here and from the next day much as l speak of myself as a Swaymsevak which l intend to be very soon l will be decoding the political  milieu of Bengal. So long adieu.