Last page of diary

Dear all

In my last blog I told you my story because lots of people raised a lot of questions, I had no answers to them then to give them answer in my lines. So here is another Pal story , should I say Pal story or an account… you people decide and tell me. People asked me so many questions the only answer to their question is “ All the character in this story are imaginary any resemblance with anyone would just be mere coincidence.” Well life is wonderful and we all know that but so many times we take life for granted, this account is just a reflection of how taking life for granted and making assumptions about life can be dangerous. This is an account of Pal on 16th December night. Last night of Pal, that day he had a bad time in office and when he came back in the evening to see Nadia she was asleep, so he decided not to wake up Nadia and just make some tea for himself, but when you are out of your mind something wrong happens and it did. Pal dropped the cup and Nadia woke up, Nadia just lost a cup which was gifted to her by her mother, she had every reason to get angry on Pal, and she did. Pal already had a bad day and he got annoyed and yelled at Nadia and left.

It was night time 11:00 P.M. Pal had a good habit of writing an entry in diary. So here is what he wrote in his diary.

Date 16th December 2010

Dear Nadia,

I know I not just broke your cup but broke your heart, I know I am a dumb head, I know I could have reacted in a different way, I know I could have said something good that time, but I really had a bad day, I know you enjoyed your comp off but as you were sleeping I didn’t wanted to disturb you but just prepare a nice tea for you and wake you up with the smell of tea so that you could feel better and then we could go for a bike ride. I love to take you for a ride, not because I love you because I love your hairs when they fly, I feel like the breeze feels delighted and tries to play with your hair and make me feel jealous as because those hairs fly opposite to me and that breeze tries to tease me and tell me that you are not so lucky. But how can I tell that breeze that I cannot tell how much lucky I am, how great my life is with you, how good I feel when you sit next to me on my bike. Well I just wana tell that breeze that those hairs are beautiful and I give you a chance to play with them. Trust me whatever I said was my anger and I know I am very bad at anger management, you also know this. My only intention was to break your sleep with a great tea that could make you say I LOVE YOU. Ah let me tell you I don’t know weather I would have courage to say this to you ever or not, but you look great when you sleep. While you were sleeping I wish it would be dawn time and we were in a boat, I would sail the boat so that when the first ray of morning comes and falls on you, I could show them that there is something more beautiful than them. I love the glims and the twinkles in your eyes, I wish that we were laying on grass in open sky and show stars that you don’t need to be so proud of your twinkling; I already have my star with me who can twinkle much brighter than you and your beauty is nothing in front of those eyes. I saw you smiling in your dreams I don’t know but it came to my mind that I was in your dreams, I really wish I could make you smile always not just in dreams but in real life also. Your smile is something that makes my day, it s like a bright sunny day in a cold winter season. The warmth of sun would not match the smile on your face. I wish I could tell the sun that your brightness is nothing in comparison to those smile, your glow can never match my love’s face, her smile makes my day. When I close my eyes I could see your face right in front of me. I wish I could tell you what it means to me, I could tell those flowers that there is something more delicate and more joyce than them. Something more beautiful than those flowers. Your pink cheeks would make the rose shy away.

Suddenly the phone rings… DIL (NA) Dia calling…

I wish I could finish this story, I wish I could tell you how much I love you, I really wish you always be right next to me smiling talking and spreading your glow. You make this fool a genius. I wish I could tell you how much I want to hold your hand and walk with you on sandy beeches , how much I wish to take a walk with you along the river side. I wish I could explain everything to you but now as you have given a call I will finish this story later. I know you will start the call with sorry but I would like to say sorry because you can never be wrong its me who is stupid… Lets talk dear, I have lot to write would write tomorrow lot more to tell you…I wish one day you read this diary and feel my love….For now time to talk to you…

On 26th December when Nadia read this last page of diary the only thing that she could do is cry, a drop of tear fell on that page, I think that was the perfect ending to the unfinished story that Pal wanted to finish. No end could be better than this end. If life is a story not every story would be complete but its important to remember that every moment you live you make a story out of it and love life, live life, thats life.

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