Saturday, 28 February 2015

The Red Diary


In the desperate search for the passport, I pull the clothes off the wardrobe and there a red diary falls on the ground.




With trembling hand & a thumping heart I open the middle page, separated by a pen, of this constant companion of Maya which had stayed in the most secured places with her till now.

“One night has given me treasures of my life and can never be forgotten. My presence though will hold you from moving towards your dream so forget me and move ahead” -it read.
  
Tears come out and with a deep sigh I ask myself –“How?”


Aditya Sinha

This post has been written in reference to the Five Sentence Fiction with prompt - Forgotten.