Although my eyes drop to continue sleep , my mind pushes me to open his diary...

Love is a magic...

Yes...

I see him close to me.. I hear his voice so strong in my ears.. I sense his presence in the ambience.. I guess unconditionally I am addicted to him and have tasted his soul which is irresistible..

I want him so badly.. I want to be with him , listen to him..I want to sit next to him, breath the same air..

For the first time in my life,I behave like I am crazy...

When two souls fall in love , there's nothing else , but the yearning to be close to the other is on top priority..The true love doesn't have calender or clock , nor it understands the notion of time or distance.. It only knows the right to be with one another..

Same happens with me now... I miss him so much though the separation is temporary..

I miss you Shravan...

I mutter to the diary, imagining it to be my Shravan...

I run my finger over the diary with loads of love that I am going to step into his childhood.. I will get to know him even better from his childhood...

I turn the front page...

I huff out loud... I can sense the seriousness of his words...

Yes...!!! I shall know him from the root...

I flip the pages...

At the first few pages , he has written his early childhood education...It is clear that he has a lovely family and his life is a bunch of roses...

Later ....

His diary pages are filled with painful words.. He has noted down how his parents were cheated by their partners and how they have become the victim of trust and credibility...

He has written how his parents were struggling to manage the financial issues...

He must have cried while writing this..

I run my hands on the faded tear drops that is stamped over the pages...

He was suffered a lot...!!!

Suddenly my eyes fill-up with moist...

Then....

The diary is empty...The pain and suffering he had been gone through would have numbed him to stop writing... Those empty pages resembles his empty mind...

I fan the empty pages and stopped at a page where he has continued to write...

I begin to read ...my heart is heavy to go with the initial statement...

He was not like the one who's now!!!

My eyes roam over the pages, intrigued what would have happened with him after that...