Relics and Reality- Part 2

Get to know what happened in the first part- here.

The curiosity finally took hold of me, and I slowly shook open the first page. The letters in front of me were different, unique, and indecipherable in their own way; curved, wavy, and tiny, yet very clear, and neat. The absence of a name on the first page surprised me, as all of the movies involving movies I had seen, had scary names on their first pages (Tom Marvolo Riddle for example). The thought grew in my mind, and vanished as fast as it had appeared. I started reading the words and letters, all imprinted in a strange color, between red and black.

Today is my first day here. The wallpaper is as I wanted, and so is the decoration. Everything is exactly like I wanted! Omigosh, I love it here. It’s just me and Rahul ji, and the silence. No wait, it’s not silent.

There is the whisper of the trees,

And the buzz of the bees;

The hoot of the owls,

And the early wake up calls of the fowls.

There is a strange disturbance to the place, yet I feel so calm and serene. The peace is so charming, and so is my prince. The same dashing prince gifted me a lovely diamond ring today; oh I love him so much.

So it was a diary of a young, newly-married wife. That would explain the clarity of the handwriting, and the extensive decoration on the front of the diary.

“I hope I am not wasting my time reading some couple’s honeymoon diary filled with ‘those’ stories- of love and passion and desire. Phew, it’s hot in here. I’d rather go down with this new ‘novel’ and start off on it whilst sipping a steaming cup of coffee, and after a nice hot bath. Oww, my limbs are already creaking. Damn Karan, you are getting old. Now get down you lazy bum, and complete the work you have started…

…

“Sunn raha hai na, Ro raha hun main…”

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As I hastened to the opening of the cavity and strung my legs down the side, I was met with a loud thud, a crash and a bang. Hanging mid-air, I looked down to see the floor far below me, a hard stone surface, flexing its muscles, for the soon-to-happen beating of my already withered body, and the wooden ladder lying on the floor, a mutilated broken corpse.

So wasn’t I in deep trouble!

Excerpt #2 from Diary

Choor ho gaye sapne,

Jab bichad gaye saare apne,

Tha bass unhika asar yeh mujh par,

Kyunki aa gaye the voh, meri khushiyon ko hadapne.