WHEN LOVE BLOOMS AGAIN

ECHOES OF PAST

                             CHAPTER 6

As the days passed, Ananya thought more about her childhood she didn’t even think of her studies and exams. She even didn’t talk to her friends, always lost in the thought of that boy who used to play with her.

She often visited the café, hoping to see Pranav and talk more about their strange connection. The conversation with him only deepened her curiosity thinking Pranav might be the boy who used to play with her.

One evening, as she was watching a movie in her room, she came across a scene of a boy searching his toy in the attic. This scene remembered she had kept her things in an old box in the attic which is tucked in the corner of the attic in her family home filled with things, like toys, important things from her childhood. Ananya had thought that maybe she could find something to help her deal with this strange connection between her and Pranav if she opened the box.

She resolved to call upon her parents’ home the following day. She had spent some time with them before moving upstairs into the attic, eager and thrilled with anticipation. It was a small lighted room at the top of the house, full of dust, and when the sunlight passed the dust motes started dancing. The old wooden box was remained in the same place where it placed years ago, in the corner of the attic.

She carefully opened it, revealing forgotten memories old toys, drawings, and photographs. As she looked through the contents, she found a diary her fingers started brushing against that faded diary. Ananya didn’t remember keeping a diary as a child, but the worn pages and childish handwriting told it was hers.

Curiously, while turning the pages, reading the simple and funny entries about her daily life. She came across something that she had been searching for a long. It was info about the garden, the one Pranav had described in such detail. In the diary, she had written about a boy who used to visit the garden with her. She had even drawn a picture of them sitting together on the bench.

Ananya’s heart raced as she read further. The boy’s name wasn’t mentioned, but she described him as her best friend, even though they had only met in the garden. She wrote about how they would talk about their dreams, play games, their fight too.

She also mentioned the boy had stopped coming one day, just as Mrs. Rose had said. But there was something else a note in the margin, written in a different handwriting, as if someone had added it later. It read: “We’ll meet again, I promise.”

Ananya stared at the note, her mind was puzzled. Who had written it? And how had it taken place in my dairy? Could it be possible that the boy from the garden was Pranav or somehow he might connected to Pranav?

Determined to find out more, Ananya decided to show the diary to Pranav. She believed it might trigger some memories for him that recall his past. That night, she called him and asked if they could meet the next day at the café.

When they met at the café, Ananya handed the diary to Pranav and explained what she had found in her attic his eyebrows started furrowing as he flipped through the pages. When he reached the page that was written “We’ll meet again, I promise.” he paused.

“I don’t remember writing this,” he said in a low voice, “but the handwriting… it feels familiar.”

Ananya leaned closer, her curiosity is growing. “Do you think it could be yours?”

Pranav shook his head slowly, shaking it. “I am not certain. But this is something important to me; I can feel it.”

They remained silent for a moment, both trying to figure out what they had discovered. The bond between them was undeniable, but the mystery remains the same.

Ananya felt excitement and fear as they left the café. The diary has offered new possibilities but brought even more questions which has made her more confused.

That night, while she lay in bed Ananya kept thinking about that boy and his promise. Could he be Pranav? Why did he make such a commitment if so? She could no longer ignore the whispers from her past; rather, they were getting louder each day.