This 100 words diary is like opening a small window of my life.
If someone happens to read they get a small glimpse of my face.
Whether I am wearing clothes or am naked at home they will not know.
A man is judged by what all he can remember and put forth in expressions like speech or writing.
I don't remember the thought that just passed through me now, sometimes.
How can I give you the best of my thoughts through a small window?
When I open the window, just question me something. You may get a better glimpse.