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Chapter 3

This day,
Every sheet of this diary holds my self in it. Today I feel the date and time nor this dairy can hold the depth of my feelings. For me this day is ultimatum.
'THIS DAY' atop is like my heart's trademark.

I can never imagine to forget those glistening eyes, the way those lips moved in succession with toned hand movements, as she walked along fidgeting sawdust stones. Was this just an attraction? but, I felt it as a ice age linkage! I had heard that women add prettiness to already pretty nature, it was surging right through my retina right now.

Time is lost in itself when my ears rings with William's Daffodils!

I have been re-reading this since I bade my last bid to El. She's a wonderful girl with the kindness of mother. Reasoning for why I had to leave her is a punch of gossip in town now. Three weeks of togetherness wasn't meaningless, I do love her. But, having her heartbroken after leaving the town is like hanging albatross around my neck, instead I chose to confess the facts. My project on Earl mansion popularly known as 'stones of shadows' is concluding, Nikon frames are at negative stage and I'm on a mission to let the world know the history in dark. I miss her the hell out of my skull but, options are few for a wanderer of truth like me. I had to let my love live in peace for the sake of my mission. Miserable state of my hurtful heart is devastating. All in all I have been living only for my mission.

A mild drop of tear flow down the chisels of my chest as I hush my eyes in my elbows.

I have never dropped inside those big wide rusted gates of Earl, it's prohibited. Residents believe that the mansion holds the secrets of Satan and Lucifer, haha...I hardly believe in this bullshit!! But, I had been on watch around the mansion for three weeks and hadn't noticed anything amiss. It was one hell of an experience to behold to icy burp streets of soulless tar.

Past week mid day I never expected to be the last day of my project. It was 1:56a.m., early hours of morning sleep had engulfed the houses, all the roses in the fields were shimmered with moon light!. I felt a sweep of strong wings above my hair tip, next moment my Nikon lenses were focused towards the direction of sweep beeping 2 A.M. at it's screen end.

I can never forget what my eyes captured that day, a gigantic Asian owl stood aloof, stretched it's wings and howled a wimping sound that shuddered the darkness. My mouth wide apart I muttered,"The emperor of Earl....