I've been living in this world for almost 25 years yet this is the first time that I feel this way, like there's something missing. The loneliness is creeping in my body; I no longer feel the same.

I have my job as a photographer for a well-known magazine. My life seems perfect; I have everything but those changes when I saw 'that' diary, a not so ordinary one. I started questioning my whole existence which only got worse when I read everything.

It was indeed not an ordinary diary.

Everything started in that one fine morning.