The Voice of SK

The Lost Diary It was late into the night. I finished dinner with some of my old friends, I met at the book fair that day and bid them goodbye. The weather was too chill and I was wondering if I should have brought a jerkin. I rubbed my hands and locked my arms to keep myself warm for a while. I walked to the bus stand and settled there hoping a 23C would stop by. There was nobody around except for some crickets chirping and I was getting eerie feelings that somebody was watching me. I ignored it and pulled up a game on my mobile. A sudden breeze hit me and took my attention to a book lying on the edge of the platform. The wind swiftly turned the pages of the book. I got up and picked the book. I felt a shiver down my spine as I lifted the book. It was a diary, rather an old one - leather bound with “2016” embossed on it. The pages were yellow tinged and wizened. Under the dim streetlight and cloudy moonless night, I wasn’t able to read what’s written in it. I was interrupted by ...