The Diary

It was Sunday afternoon. The sun is giving its warmth on the top. If you will wash clothes and put them on the balcony it will dry at the 2nd instance.

Here I was sitting with my laptop doing some office work. Too much pressure and a lot of pending assignments. Quite a hectic schedule. My weekend was getting ruined.

Due to this work pressure, I am having a headache now. I need a cup of coffee. Let it be hot outside but I badly need a cup of coffee. So I went to the kitchen and made some coffee for myself.

Meanwhile, the doorbell rang. I went out and opened the door. There is no one. I was just looking here and there when suddenly I noticed a parcel kept down.

I bought it and put it in the bedroom. I went back to the kitchen and made my coffee.

I came back now with my coffee and sat. Suddenly the mail notification came. Oh god new mail from the senior engineer. I will check in a couple of minutes. Meanwhile, I just noticed again the parcel.

I opened it out of curiosity. It's a diary with a lock.

I opened it.

The first page says:

"It's not the future that you are afraid of. It's repeating the past that makes you anxious."

I was a little terrified to see such a painful tagline.

I flipped the page. There was a sketch of a model with a beautiful white backless lace dress with orange stilettos and a matching bright orange handbag. I guess this girl is related to fashion and dress designs

I Wondered who is she and if this is her diary why its with me. Who dropped it here at my doorstep?

I flipped the next page:

It was titled:

The journey from Dehradun to Mumbai