The Last Chance - based on Ishqbaaaz by AdiitiB

Chapter 1 - Life tends to give second chances

The Last Chance

Chapter 1

Dear Diary,

"Life tends to give second chances"

The first time when I had heard these words, I barely knew what their actual meaning was. But as Life gives chances, it teaches you what you miss when you don't make the fullest use of that last chance. It is believed that there are three sources of knowledge Family, teachers and Life. While you get all the readymade knowledge from the first two, the latter teaches you once you get up and revive from a painful blow. I didn't have the privilege of getting educated by the first, so the next two certainly played their part.

And the third one when comes to action, takes away of you the best thing you've got to cherish. Mine was a person, lost forever, but nevertheless I have stood up to see my Life flourish, but always deprived of any nourishing. Let's see to what I came across today morning.

Morning walkers are the boring people who get up early, at least that I used to think. I never knew that this perception would change and I'd end up being one of those so called "boring" group of health and fitness freaks. I saw something not so natural today. You see people hovering around the whole park taking numerous laps and sweating more than the pigs. In midst of all this commotion, a Lady sat quietly reading a book. Who comes to a park meant for morning walkers to just read a book? Not that the morning fresh air is just meant for brisk breathing, inhalation and exhalation, I can't easily accept the things I don't confirm to, me being a morning walker thought all who come here at this part of the day, only jog and exercise. It has been my habit to get hold of these unusual events, so went to her to find the things out.

That's where I heard the top most sentence of this entry again in my Life, dear diary.

"Life tends to give second chances"

That was that. She read the book and saw me sitting beside her and narrated some of the events in that book. I felt some familiarity springing up and all that made the same impression I had caught some years ago. It had been a long time that a random stranger read out some lines of a book for me, someone did this too, some years ago. These years felt like eons. I might not be able to see that person any more. My eyes were just craving to have a look of that face. My mind hastened the mind tapes of all the moments we had together and there was a quick get together of the loveliest moments in my head. When I came back to the real world, saw the person looking at me with eager eyes. I have to know who she is, I said this to myself. For it's not a regular phenomenon that you come across a person who instils some gone memories in your mind. On asking her name, I heard a seemingly familiar name, "Annika".

"Annika"

This name reminded me of the sense of happiness I used to feel when I uttered a name quite matching to this. Since that moment, all the suppressed and repressed memories started sprouting and splashed my head like a soothing, cool fountain quenching a thirsty being.

Time to go to work dear diary, it's nice narrating an event even to a non living being. Because the magic prevails.

Love,

Shivaay.

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Hello to all the readers. This story has a different format of narrations, the characters express themselves through diary entries and the rest is a third person narrative. I would be utmost obliged to know of all your opinions. Thank you.