The Red Journal

WISH

21 August 2010

Anvi's POV

Just Be You,

And The One You Adore So Much will Come To See You.

Ah! Why can't I decipher the meaning of it? It was so frustrating to solve this riddle. I pulled my hairs in frustration and the passers-by were giving me weird looks. Composing myself, I went back to my normal form and smiled at them which only made them look at me with pity, as if I am insane.

Of course, they will think of me like that, otherwise which sane person pulls his/her hairs while sitting in a public park.

I have read it, The Red Journal and to be honest I didn't find anything to be worried about but it's like jumbled words to me and I hate solving jumbled words.

If I ever get the chance then I will go back in time and put some sleeping pills in that person's coffee or tea or whatever he liked to drink when he was about to invent this weird thing.

Who plays with words?

Anyways, so I got to know that this journal belonged to my great grandfather. Isn't it a very astonishing fact? He had written some important and very interesting facts about his life in it.

But after a few pages, there was a note.

Read further if you are brave enough to do the dare.

It didn't seem like a threat to me, but a challenge and being the curious person I am, I accepted it.

There were certain rules to it, which I found intriguing. Never have I ever heard of rules being in a journal. The rules were,

Rules:-

1. Don't back out.

2. Complete the dare.

3. Never ever share the secret of this journal to anyone.

4. Don't dare to make any wish before completing all your dares.

Breaking any of the rules will result in severe consequences.

The rules were absurd to me so I didn't pay much attention to that.

The first page after the rules was dated 23 August 2010 which said ' Just be you and the one you adore so much will come to see you'.

I was not able to comprehend those two lines. I have been trying for the last two days but all my efforts went into vain. I think I should read the further and with that thought, I turned the pages but they were empty.

That's it? Now I doubt that is it even the same journal Uncle and Aunty were talking about?

Keeping back the journal in my bag, I went to my house riding my bicycle.

"Where were you?" Arpit asked as soon as I parked my two-wheeler in the garden.

"In the park."

"You should have told me. We would have gone there together."

"Calm down brother, it's not like its' a haunted park and the ghosts will eat me up."

"Sssshhh. What are you doing? If Badi maa will listen that you were talking about ghosts she will scold you. Did you forget that it is forbidden to talk about these non-existent creatures." Arpit whispered placing a finger on my lips.

Removing his finger I said, "Ok, ok, fine. what's not forbidden in this house?"

I was already frustrated and now Arpit made me more. I can't even talk freely in my own house.