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Anuj Jain

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The Diary What is life without a few adventures , this had been my motto too. That cover less sheaf of dog-eared papers that once must have been a beautiful diary stared me as i reached for the napkin in my handbag, in the office. Surprised i took it out as i had never seen such a thing in my possession ever. There were no names or addresses on the pages that were filled with symbols and peculiar markings, it was as if some sort of coded language. I leafed the entire set and in between there was a loose page of different hue, i looked at it and there were 2 lines written in english. No pain no gain. Meet me at 6 at The Pavilion, the restaurant. Now curiosity got the better of me and at 6 sharp i was looking all around The Pavilion , looking for what i didn't knew. Suddenly i felt a pair of hands closing my eyes. And before i could react i felt a dozen hands gripping me and shouting Happy Birthday. The Diary What is life without a few adventures , this had been my motto too. That cover less sheaf of dog-eared papers that once must have been a beautiful diary stared me as i reached for the napkin in my handbag, in the office. Surprised i took it out as i had never seen such a thing in my possession ever. There were no names or addresses on the pages that were filled with symbols and peculiar markings, it was as if some sort of coded language. I leafed the entire set and in between there w

The Diary What is life without a few adventures , this had been my motto too. That cover less sheaf of dog-eared papers that once must have been a beautiful diary stared me as i reached for the napkin in my handbag, in the office. Surprised i took it out as i had never seen such a thing in my possession ever. There were no names or addresses on the pages that were filled with symbols and peculiar markings, it was as if some sort of coded language. I leafed the entire set and in between there was a loose page of different hue, i looked at it and there were 2 lines written in english. No pain no gain. Meet me at 6 at The Pavilion, the restaurant. Now curiosity got the better of me and at 6 sharp i was looking all around The Pavilion , looking for what i didn't knew. Suddenly i felt a pair of hands closing my eyes. And before i could react i felt a dozen hands gripping me and shouting Happy Birthday. The Diary What is life without a few adventures , this had been my motto too. That cover less sheaf of dog-eared papers that once must have been a beautiful diary stared me as i reached for the napkin in my handbag, in the office. Surprised i took it out as i had never seen such a thing in my possession ever. There were no names or addresses on the pages that were filled with symbols and peculiar markings, it was as if some sort of coded language. I leafed the entire set and in between there w

Ar. Smitha

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The black diary was so attractive with a beautiful cover which had a white feather painted on it. With curiosity I opened the diary to check if any name was written on it. I couldn't find anything written on the first page. I started turning the pages but the pages were all blank. I came to the last page in a hope, may be some clue I can get of the person. And it showed a greeting in heart shape. I felt a little puzzled. With more interest I opened the greeting. A very cute proposal.. "Dear, my heart is with you. I want you to be in all the pages of my diary. If yes please give me back the diary. If not keep this diary with you, with my heart forever." I didn't wanted to accept this gift but if I return he will misunderstand me. And I had to keep his diary and his heart with me forever. Here's a #collab prompt for #YoStoWriMo Day 6. What if you find a stranger's diary in your bag? How would you return it? What would be written in it? Complete this story. #thediary #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba #smithasunkara

The black diary was so attractive with a beautiful cover which had a white feather painted on it. With curiosity I opened the diary to check if any name was written on it. I couldn't find anything written on the first page. I started turning the pages but the pages were all blank. I came to the last page in a hope, may be some clue I can get of the person. And it showed a greeting in heart shape. I felt a little puzzled. With more interest I opened the greeting. A very cute proposal.. "Dear, my heart is with you. I want you to be in all the pages of my diary. If yes please give me back the diary. If not keep this diary with you, with my heart forever." I didn't wanted to accept this gift but if I return he will misunderstand me. And I had to keep his diary and his heart with me forever. Here's a #collab prompt for #YoStoWriMo Day 6. What if you find a stranger's diary in your bag? How would you return it? What would be written in it? Complete this story. #thediary #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba #smithasunkara

Kasim Crestfallen

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जो मोहब्बत हर करवट साबित करना पड़े, तो ठहर जाओ, जो कहकर खुड़पे यकीन दिलाना पड़े, तो ठहर जाओ। ठहर जाओ के यह सफर गलत दिशा में बढ़ता चला, ठहर जाओ के भ्रम अब हद पार चढ़ता चला। ठहर जाओ हाँ ठहर जाओ, इसकी कोई मंज़िल नहीं, मोहब्बत बेशुमार है बेशक, मगर यहाँ कोई काबिल नहीं। कश्ती में तो बैठ गए, क्या कश्ती चलाना आता है, जो डर लगे बीच समुन्दर, क्या खौफ भगाना आता है। एक हाथ से ताली बजती नहीं, अपने हाथ बढ़ाओ तुम, साथ चलना है तो चलो, संग कदम मिलाओ तुम। #thediary #yostowrimo #inthemirror #वापसीकहानी #महसूस #yqdidi #yqbaba #poetry

जो मोहब्बत हर करवट साबित करना पड़े, तो ठहर जाओ, जो कहकर खुड़पे यकीन दिलाना पड़े, तो ठहर जाओ। ठहर जाओ के यह सफर गलत दिशा में बढ़ता चला, ठहर जाओ के भ्रम अब हद पार चढ़ता चला। ठहर जाओ हाँ ठहर जाओ, इसकी कोई मंज़िल नहीं, मोहब्बत बेशुमार है बेशक, मगर यहाँ कोई काबिल नहीं। कश्ती में तो बैठ गए, क्या कश्ती चलाना आता है, जो डर लगे बीच समुन्दर, क्या खौफ भगाना आता है। एक हाथ से ताली बजती नहीं, अपने हाथ बढ़ाओ तुम, साथ चलना है तो चलो, संग कदम मिलाओ तुम। #thediary #yostowrimo #inthemirror #वापसीकहानी #महसूस #yqdidi #yqbaba #poetry

Grishma Doshi

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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.

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.

Durga Kannan

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Although I knew it was wrong to read another's diary, curiosity got the better of me and I opened it. Full story in caption Although I knew it was wrong to read another's diary, curiosity got the better of me and I opened it. I was in for a shock. The very first page was addressed to me by name with the endearment 'Dear Asha', followed by ' This is for you, as I couldn't find the courage to tell you everything in person. Please read on till the end before you know my identity. Let this be like a letter from one stranger to another.' Day 1 It was your first day in office. You were wearing a red saree. You looked lost

Although I knew it was wrong to read another's diary, curiosity got the better of me and I opened it. Full story in caption Although I knew it was wrong to read another's diary, curiosity got the better of me and I opened it. I was in for a shock. The very first page was addressed to me by name with the endearment 'Dear Asha', followed by ' This is for you, as I couldn't find the courage to tell you everything in person. Please read on till the end before you know my identity. Let this be like a letter from one stranger to another.' Day 1 It was your first day in office. You were wearing a red saree. You looked lost

Ashwini Baragali

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The dairy was none other's than my Dad's. It told the story of my dearest Dad's flashback. I have been never guessed this thing may had happened in my Dad's life too. This was a biggest shock to me that my Dad had loved a girl,was pretty and struggled less to get marry with her bcz everyone had agreed to their love..She was none other than my Loving Mom. They never told about this to me, even I would never tried to know. When I read this happiest love story @ the first page of that dairy...I thought not to turn the page bcz next pages were all in front of me... Here's a #collab prompt for #YoStoWriMo Day 6. What if you find a stranger's diary in your bag? How would you return it? What would be written in it? Complete this story. #thediary #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

The dairy was none other's than my Dad's. It told the story of my dearest Dad's flashback. I have been never guessed this thing may had happened in my Dad's life too. This was a biggest shock to me that my Dad had loved a girl,was pretty and struggled less to get marry with her bcz everyone had agreed to their love..She was none other than my Loving Mom. They never told about this to me, even I would never tried to know. When I read this happiest love story @ the first page of that dairy...I thought not to turn the page bcz next pages were all in front of me... Here's a #collab prompt for #YoStoWriMo Day 6. What if you find a stranger's diary in your bag? How would you return it? What would be written in it? Complete this story. #thediary #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba