(OUT OF DIARY, IN REAL WORLD)
Rahim's restlessness after knowning about his missing diary.
(Rahim's point of view) in his words....
Finally we were able to start work on our project keeping aside all the quarrels. Hopefully she will complete most of the work by Monday.
It was 7 PM when i returned home from Paranthas stall. Akbar and I finished our dinner and had some chit-chat. I taught Akbar for next one hour and he dozzed off.
Insomnia occupied me those days. Nights were sleepless. Gazing at stars and moon was my pastime.
"Diary..!" A sudden thought disrupted me. My heart which was drowning into moonshine dashingly came back to earth.
I checked my bag but couldn't find it, nor it was there in my drawer.
Ruffian of the house, Akbar must have concealed it somewhere to trouble me. Anxiously I went to his room, checked every drawer, his bag, below his pillow, even below the rungs but there was no sign of diary.
My anxiety turned into distress. My diary wasn't only a bundle of pages pinned up together in which i scribble my daily routine but it was like a shadow. Rahim Quadri's Shadow. Any person who read my diary could know exactly what i am. My fears, sorrows, euphoria, love. Everything was their in diary. I shared those things with my diary which one shares with their best friends and later ask them to not to share with anyone and keep hush.
Akbar was sleeping. The uneasy me, wanted to wake him up and enquire about the diary but elder brother within me didn't permit. I searched every possible areas of the house.
Anxiety is something which deactivates a person's ability to think and understand things. I was surely not an alien to this fact.
So I calmed down. Sat beside the window and tried to reminisce where diary could be. Then my mind got stuck into a glimpse of library when i placed my diary in between books.
Oh my god! I left it in library. How would someone react if he read that paranormal thing?
But..wait...i kept it in between books, then it might be carried away by Ruhi.
Ehh!....What if she read it?
What she will think about me?
I didn't want to be a thing of sympathy for her.
There was not even a patch of sleep in my eyes now . Both were frustrated and assiduous. Tire was a word unknown to them.
All i could do is to wait for tomorrow...
#NEXT DAY..
Tired eyed , still couldn't sleep.
Thoughts of diary haunted me whole night and whenever i tried taking a sleep they slapped me. Somehow I managed , took a nap and dreamt of my poverty being published in market.
5 AM.
Clock rang. I stood up , took shower and ran to circulate newspaper wished that may be i would see Ruhi there. So that i could sketch out whether she had gone through my life or not.
I was on my feets for almost 15 minutes in her courtyard but nobody's there. All effort of mine remained in vain. Now all hopes were on college.
7 am.
At last , just within game of time my wait would be over.
After 1800 seconds , she came towards me. My face was totally blank , i was trying to figure out the possibilities from her body language but he moves were in an ambiguity.
I stood up "Good morning Rahim.
I have to rush home because of some urgent work , sorry i couldn't complete my work regarding the project because of a sudden occasion in my house. I will catch you soon for this.", she drummed the bench with books and continued ," please reissue these books from library with your I.D. "
"Okay" i replied.
She was in a great hustle and turned 180°. I stopped her to ask about diary.
"Ruhi"
"Don't worry , i respect your privacy and here's your diary. I didn't read anything from just except the letter written on free pages stapled with last page of your diary and i must say you're a good writer." and she left.
But wait, what? A letter stapled on last page.
I hadn't written any sort of letter, even not tried yet.
I need to check , so i drifted towards library to check my diary because class is very much vulnerable to monsters.
(Reaches library and sat on the 3rd seat of 4th row. Opened the last page.)
