My Mother's Diary

Ever thought of your life without your mother?
No?

Razan Vineet Khurrana, the 17-year-old had never seen his mother.
One day while getting ready for his school, he found an old dusty diary in the attic. On looking into it, he found it was his mother's diary.

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5th May 2005.
The Tawi railway station is the busiest in Jammu, as it offers rail services throughout the country, it's the largest one too. I lived in Srinagar but, my father lived in Pahalgam. The vendors kept screaming broadcasting about their food, newspaper, beverages, books, and what not.
"Abba, I want a book," I asked my father for a book for the last time.
"May I have your attention please! Train no. 02426, Jammu Tawi New Delhi Express has arrived on platform number 8, passengers are requested to get up the train safely." The woman announced.
"Shaheera, c'mon, get up the train." Farooq Mallik said, like my father, a 45-year-old man with silver hairs said.
"I'll miss you Abba." I was then 33-years-old, with brownish-black curly hairs tied up in a ponytail, I wore a pink colour top paired with a pair of denim and a sweater, my job in Delhi as an Advocate was confirmed, I hugged Abba, and then my light-brown eyes were flooded with salty water, leaving your only parent and moving to a whole new city is the biggest adventurous dream of a 33-year-old.

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