Mom's Diary (1)

Mrs Thompson's home was locked and the neighbor informed Bella that she had gone to her native place on the countryside after the death of her husband. Bella was not sure what to do. There was some very serious expression on the gardener's eyes yesterday and the curiosity of her parent's secret was at her peak. Atlast Bella decided. She is going to meet Mrs Thompson by any means, even if it means visiting her native, which was more than five hours from her town. The climate had turned dangerously cold recently but she felt some strange urgency to meet the lady and to get hold of the key as soon as possible. So off she took the bus for her long journey.

The chilling breeze of the early morning was beating against the glass windows of the bus. Bella was not wearing a sweater and the cold was piercing her bones making her clatter her teeth. She was hungry and the cold was making it worse for her. She took out a bun from her bag and just as she was about to close the old torn bag, her eyes fell on her mother's diary. In all the rush, she had forgotten about the diary. She decided to read it, what if her mother gives her some hint about this mystery that is haunting her.

She felt a strange sense of emotions as she turned to the first page. Her mom's writing.. she was completely lively and cheerful.. She was a person who loved her life and the writings told it all..

So many pages were torn and were missing. She only kept the best of her memories in this diary..

20.02.1995

Today was a yucky rainy day. I was wearing my favorite skirt with floral top to my college. Anne too accompanied me. She looked dull today.. had some fight with Jacob, I guess. Its been three years after their marriage and I always wondered why they never fighted, they were so perfect together, so this might be their first fight. Today is that day, when my parents left us both and gave us the huge responsibitily of taking care of each others. Its twenty years now and after the rituals, we both sisters sat on the graveyard silently for a while thinking about our childhood. My sister is all I have got and we lived in our huge home with the most beautiful garden. We never spend much time in gardening but our garden was the best garden anyone can find, and the roses, it kept on creeping everywhere. Anne was eight and I was five when our parents passed leaving behind all of their assets to us.. there was some money, this home and the garden. A distant Aunt had been taking care of us for ten years after which she too passed away. We were totally dependent and looked after each other until Anne fell in love with Jacob. They had a simple wedding and were very happy together. But even after three years of marriage, they are not bearing any children and that reason kept on distancing them, making me sad. After I got inside the class, Anne bid me a sad farewell and left off for home..

3:00PM

I was sitting in my usual chair, second last bench close to the window. Since history was my subject, my classmates were just too boring. All the guys in my class had big spectacles and blank faces, I look odd one among all, with round eyes and trying to be funny all time. It was just like any other day, and I started scribbling in my paper finishing my incomplete poem.. I loved to write poems, and this was the only time I kept my mouth shut looking serious. Today, Susan was on leave and sitting alone at my desk, I switched to serious mode writing.. Susan is my best friend since school and is a cute chubby girl who loves chattering just like me. It had suddenly stopped raining.. I was feeling bored and was staring out of the window counting the drops dripping out of the ceiling. I was startled when someone came and sat near me. He was tall and handsome, wearing a white shirt with his sleeves folded upto his elbow. His blue veins were reflecting from his fair skin and had a bushy hair. I stared at the guy, I had seen him a few times in the campus, he was certainly not from my class, he was seen around the literature department and was a senior.. and my extremely attentive eyes were sure of it.

What is he doing here?? I wondered..

" Hii.. I am Lawrence.." He put forward his hands to me and I was certain he winked. And he looked so eye catching when he winked. And then we started talking.. About what..? I don't really remember, nothing was making any sense, I was so happy around him and we were talking as if we had known each others for years. It was not until Professor Patel came to class that we finally decided to give some rest to our congested throat,.. As the Professor turned to the board, He stealthily escaped the room and at the door, he gave his most beautiful wink..

I think this is what we call love at first sight.. but I was not sure, how does he know me and why he approached me today all of a sudden? As I left out for home after the class, I felt someone following me and looking back to my surprise, I saw it was him.. He ran to me looking shy but full of energy.

"I forgot to tell you earlier, but yesterday, you left behind this book on the bench outside the campus, I opened it to check whether the rain had ruined it and read a few pages in it.. I really loved your poems and I wanted to talk to you after that.. The words are really wonderful.. I hope you don't mind me reading it.." He handed me my book back.. I really don't share my poems with anyone, not even Susan or Annie.. but I did not seem to get angry at him for reading it either.. taking my book back from him I smiled and thanked him.. Turning away I felt he was watching me.. There was this strange feeling to look at him once more, atleast to wave him bye.. but I walked away, I was a little shy in such maters.. But I really wish to meet him again, maybe tomorrow…