Saanvi Pov:
'This one or that one', examining the two dresses on me, I am trying to decide my outfit for today as I have to go out with shefali as we planned.
Went out with my friends many times but still this remains the most difficult part, choosing outfit for the day.
I huffed being tired trying out so many dresses. My whole room is a mess, with dresses scattered everywhere.
Ringing sound of my phone broke my trance, I picked it up without looking at my phone only to regret it the second later.
'ARE YOU FUCKING DEAD? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?', My eardrums got busted hearing her shrill voice laced with annoyance.
'On my way'*Beep*
I cut the call without listening to what she has to say because I know she going to rant nonstop which i am not in the mood to listen.
Picking up a decent dress from the pile of clothes stacked on my bed I hurridly changed into it, took my accessories and my clutch I left my home locking it.
After some time
'I am sorry , I am sorry for looking so pretty', I said taking my sit and smiling sheepishly at blazing shefali.
I just love irritating her. She furiously glared at me and took a deep breath and said
'I don't want to spoil my day fighting with you, so be thankful.'
'I know you love me so much, should I order for us', I asked looking through the menu.
'Hmm, by the way why you got late?'
'Vaibhav and I were were talking till dawn', I smiled remembering our sweet talks.
'Thank god I am single, atleast I have my beauty sleep secured.' She said making me chuckle at her statement
After having our breakfast, we we went to a book stall, of course suggested by me cause it's my first love. Vaibhav comes no. 2 obviously.
My love for books cannot be defined in words and when my second love is away, I have to go to my first love for damage control.
Entering the paradise I mean the book store, I moved forward for my treasure hunt but was pulled back by shefali. I looked at her with questionable gaze.
'What happened?', I asked her
'We're not gonna get free entry, gotta buy tickets to enter.', she said moving towards ticket counter.
'Who the hell sell tickets for entering a book stores, are they high or what.', I exclaimed irritadely.
'They do.' Shefali said simply,proceeding to buy the ticket.
Getting tickets we moved forward. I went to the last row of the shelf and the end of the store in the corner because my girl math says that most juicy and interesting books are kept at last, but they can't escape my gawk eyes.
I picked up some books and read the context of the books. Sorted them out to purchase some of them. I was looking at some more books when a cranky book came to my sight, kept at corner of shelf in the last coloum. It appeared to be quite old.
It spiked my curiosity, so I picked it up. 'Oh damn it's so dusty, I can't even read what's written on the book.'
I took out my hankie from my pocket and dusted of the the book.
I was taken aback when I looked at the book after I was done. It was written in bold '1950'on the book. So it means that it's not a book but a diary or maybe someone's diary.
But historical fiction is not my preferred genre, I don't like reading it even if it's non-fiction. I used to doze off in my school history classes and got barely passed.
So I guess I'll pass this one. And what if it's someone's journal. It's not a good habit to read someone else's journal. This diary is not for me.
I was going to keep the diary back when a withered flower fell from it. I picked it up, it's a rose, so pretty.
I opened the diary to put the rose back. Opening the first page, there were some rose petals grazing the page along with
"Dekha tha jab tumhe pehli dafa
Kabhi dekha na itna haseen, itna beparvah
Jane kaha kho gaya mera hosh mera pata
Aab kaise batao kaise hun mai jee rha
Dil mano tham sa gaya
Saasen tham si gayi
Chalne lagi aur ye hava
Aise laga, aisa laga
Kehne ko toh hai bohot kuch mujhe
Lekin shabdo mai nahi piroya ja sakta hai tujhe
Mana Tere liye mera koi mol nahi
Lekin tujhse bada mera koi mil nahi
Kabhi Soch na tha
Uski nazar, pyaari si aada
Kar jayegi mujhe yu fana
Jane kaha kho gaya mera hosh mera pata
Pehli dafa aisa laga
Aisa laga, aisa laga."
I was speechless reading the magical words. How romantic. I turned the page and a date written on it.
It is a journal. Should I go ahead. But I should not invade someone's privacy.
'But I already did it by opening it. It doesn't matter if I'll read a few pages right? Right, it doesn't matter.'I said, gaslighting myself to read further.
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