||Innaya||
Pulling out the diary from the drawer, I sat on the floor with my back against the bed. While roaming my fingers on the cover, a smile found a way to my lips. Another two weeks had passed without any news of Eshan. I could only indulge myself with his memories.
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Treasure your memories in this.
Share your problems with this.
Bottling up never helps...
Treat it as your escape...
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Your Grandpa
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It was the gift from Grandpa to me on my birthday last year, exactly two months before he passed away.
Letting that aside, I turned the diary open. There weren't many things I had penned, few before my marriage and a few after. I was not fond of writing, yet every year Grandpa gifted me a new diary on my birthday. Not wishing to dwell into the past before Eshan, I shuffled the pages and opened the bookmarked one.
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