The Diary I was very late on that day. Luckily I didn't miss the last bus. Though it was 9 p.m., there were many people on the bus. Unlike me, no one seemed to be bothered like it was their routine. I was already irritated but getting more annoyed by the girl sitting beside me. She was calmly listening to music as that was the only thing she was born to do. I was agitated as I lost my schedule. Everyone at the office knows I hate to be late being a big supporter of work-life balance. But only a few people know about my OCD of being particular of time. And summer was enjoying my anxiety by making me sweat. My skin was getting dull. I thought to cut off from all the afternoon outdoor meetings for a few months. I placed my bag on the shelf. Before I sat that girl asked me to put her bag as well on the shelf which was same as mine. After reaching home I took a shower. I already ate at the office, only perk of late work that I don't have to cook dinner. So I decided to complete the journey of hundred pages to reach the second part of the novel. But when I opened my bag instead of my paperback I found someone's diary in it. (Continuing in the caption) 🖤🖤 #thediary #fiction #shortstory #unfair #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimo #yostowrimo2020bygrishma It was a white colour diary. I realised it was not my bag. By mistake, I brought the bag of that music girl. Finally, I was angry because I lost the novel which I was trying to finish from days. I was not worried about the bag since it didn't have any other belonging except for one water bottle and my book. Generally, I don't peep into people's life except they are the characters of stories. Since I don't have anything to do for once I decided to keep my ideals aside and took the diary. The first page read. Name Musical Soul. So my guess was right about her. And there was a warning written below it. "If you are trying your eyes on my best friend then let me warn you that there might be some days which will make you laugh until your headaches or make you cry until your heartaches." I laughed and turned the page. It was actually a dateless diary and 2-3 pages were spared for creating an index of chapters. The first page was having a list of chapters with page numbers. It was becoming interesting for me like a book of short stories. There was chapter number 15 which was named "Unfair". I decided to read that one while cheating on my own life rules. It read:
