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The next day was tough. I had to satisfy the doubting head of my warden at hostel. Giving her the excuse that being late to return, I spend the night at my friend's place. They coerced me to furnish them with all the detail of my friend-Ayan and I am pretty sure they will cross check with him. Avoiding the gossip of my hostel mates, I managed to lock myself inside my room and doze off for a while.

In a world where lovers confess love over internet within few minutes, my story took 22 years. I dont know when I first started loving Ayan but gradually I felt that my life is void without him. Years hide secrets and he had many to share with me. I looked forward to hear those from him.

Wait...

Diaries too hide secrets and I stole one from his room. It was a forbidden fruit but I wanted to have a taste of it. I rummaged and found that elegant brown book lay sleeping cosyly in side my purse. I opened it, delighted to have a part of him when he was not with me.

I was baffled. The magnificent calligraphy on the first page contradicted with the contents of the diary, because it was blank. "Never Again" what can that mean? My grey cells pleaded to stop shuffling the pages. I was annoyed. Stealing things has never been fruitful to me. Last time, in attempt to steal a guava from his garden tree, I broke my leg and I was a sole victim of all jeer and mockery. That tanty flashback made me fretful. I clossed the book and kept it in my purse, planning to return it to him with an apology note. Just then my phone rang.

"Hello Farha, I lately detected that my diary is missing from my room. You better return it." He said demanding. Did he saw me stealing it? I thought to escape the charge by denying it but that was not going to work. The diary was devoid of any excitement but Ayan chided me as if I have snipped Rapunzel's hair. I had to apologize for the crime that was futile. "Sorry Ayan, apart from you and your diary, I also know the contents." Sarcasm is always my favourite language.

"I hope you haven't scribbled anything on it." He tittered.. Why would I do that. I never scribbled anything in my notebooks and I am not a nursery child to be warned as such.

"Not in mood today." I hurled back.

"Hey farha, why are you getting annoyed. You have all the copywright of my diary and me. Keep it if you want." His words sounded melodious, diffusing my anger into adulation. So he now gives me exclusive rights to own him. I was elated. I took the opportunity to enquire his submerged secrets.

" what do you mean by "Never Again"?

He didn't say anything then all of a sudden, everything. "An oxymoron. Some events in life occur once, when we have no control over it. While some are embeded in our daily routine giving us pleanty of time to alter them, yet we do not. Thus I thought that it would suffice for the title of my diary."

The long exhaustive explanation made me assimilate nothing into my head. But that doesn't mean i wont interrogate him later.

"Nice calligraphy. I would love to have my name written in that font." I said shifting the topic to new arena.

I could here him tittering. "You will have one."

"Thank you"  I said, aweing his dextirity.

"I love you"  I said and but he hung up the phone. So sudden, so swift. Ayan is weird. I told you before. He didn't  respond. It was ovious that the reply would be the same but I begged to hear it everytime we talked.
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