I tried to recall all the events since morning and the only plausible place where that diary could have been placed in my bag was at the metro station. The diary was filled with poems but there was no name of anyone nor any identity in any poem which appeared to be superb and written over a period of time. I showed that to a publisher friend of mine and he was aghast at the brilliance of it. Today i am getting a decent royalty from that book which I published with the title and author anonymous. Here's your second prompt for #YoStoWriMo Day 12. What if you find a stranger's diary in your bag? How would you return it? What would be written in it? Collab and complete this #shortstory. #diarystory #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba #anujstories