I was longing for her company. She always came to my rescue when I was low. And now, on a rainy Sunday afternoon, I made up my mind that I will find her.
No matter what happens, I'll find her.
After searching the entire house, I finally found her in the attic.
Snuggled inside a carton, amidst several books, a packet of cola bottle caps, a peacock feather and cricket cards, everything that formed a part of my childhood.
It was the old diary.
As I flipped through the tattered pages and read the old poems, a thousand memories rekindled.
The black leather cover on the diary and the brown paper with holes smelled just like the dampness in the air.
It was like falling in love all over again.