India, May 25 -- Every night, just before sleep, he gets into bed. The house is quiet. The lights dim. As his family sleeps, he opens Evernote, to write in his diary. The man is me. What follows is a story about how, after 12 years of maintaining a diary, I found that something had changed. The habit started quietly, as so many life-altering things do. Not in a blaze of insight or a firm resolve, but during a season when nothing felt right. I didn't know whom to talk to, or what to say if I did. So I started to write things down. At first, the notes were simple facts of the everyday. What I ate. Who I met. What irked me. Over time, I began to put down more of my day: feelings, conflicts, regrets. Revisiting these notes, it intrigued me to s...