Pieces of emotions H.S

Chapter 4

"Hello, Have you tracked that person or no?.....What do you mean you cant. I desperately need to Contact that person."

"I am sorry sir, but if they aren't willing to give their information, we cant give it to you."

For days and days I have tried to find about the whereabouts of this unknown person but every time , my efforts would go to vain.

For god knows, how many times in a day, I would think about that person, who kept on sending the small pieces of paper or rather, small pieces of his or her life. By the way of their writing, I would imagine the intensity of the way they were experiencing their emotions. Sometimes, it would be happy and joyous quotes written or sometimes it would be rather sad or depressing. But this person, for I don't even know, if its she or he, always kept the balanced attitude toward both of the phases.

"Sometimes I feel like I am at the top of the world but sometimes I feel so ashamed of my lose, that I shut myself away from people. Then I had realized, both are the part of this beautiful journey called life."

"Harry." Martha called as I turned around, my eyebrows furrowed, in irritation.

"There's someone to meet you."

"Must be Vance, send him in." I said, turning back, facing the window.

"No, it's a woman, who had come to meet you. She says she want to give you a letter."

Letter.......

I ran past Martha, down the stairs.

To meet that woman, Finally