“I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death!”

Anne Frank’s diary had been there with me since my matriculation. It’s one of those primary spurs that led me in the path of bibliolatry.

Those who have read this would agree that it is one of our Lectiophilic Bible. I can’t review or rate this. No one can. Ever. The best I can do is to reply to her scribbles and hope she hears this from the bliss spreading her feathers of joy for I’m sure she has not yet reincarnated in this ruthless world took her life.

My letter to Anne Frank:

Dear Anne,

For you, it was something a freshly matured girl would jot down in her journal; the vehement emotions of adolescence, the hardships of living during war hysteria.

But for us, it’s a ray of light in our anxieties. How can a teen girl like you be this articulated and high spirited having the strength to alter the very fundamental perspective of a person who grazes your diary years after the episode?

Every time I read your diary, I wish someone could soothe me saying ” It was just an ordinary novel. Everything in it is an imagination of the author. And no, the angel kindling your spirit hadn’t died in that holocaust.”

But it’s not the case and realizing this every time shakes me up from the core. I wish you could fulfil your dreams, Anne.
    

Love💕