The Lost Diary of Love
The Lost Diary of Love The sun started dropping down the horizon and darkness was engulfing us quickly. We had set up a tent and campfire on the leeward side of the blue mountains of Kodaikanal, protected by the natural outcroppings of the rocks. The moon was shy that day and hid behind the clouds. I took a flashlight, some provisions and started on a stroll. I wandered long to reach a dead end covered by creepers and leaves. As I was about to turn back, I heard a rustling sound from behind. I shone the torch in the direction of the sound, illuminating a giant rat. The rat suddenly disappeared into nowhere. I went closer and leaned on the wall to check and I fell in front. There was no end, it was a cave’s mouth cleverly hidden. The cave seemed untouched for years as moss and vines were invading it. I tread cautiously through the floor covered by dried leaves. I stepped upon something within the leaves. Clearing up the leaves, I found a book underneath it. There were traces of candle w...