Oh, Dear Diary!
The marble-tiled house was dusty and lonely waiting for its owner to return. To return to the place which was with her all through her happiness and sorrow. The house was not that lonely for it had a companion which once made it jealous of all the attention the owner gave it. She even gave it a name— Layla. Layla— the diary laid on the table opened next to the bed unmade god knows for how many months. The first page bore the name— in bold letters— of the only person who wrote in it. Nithya.
Layla was waiting for its Nithya to finish the tale that she has started.
What was the tale about? Will it ever be completed?
Wait until Nithya come back to take us on a journey of her memories.
Sit back and enjoy the ride~
