The End...

I had to dare to open the first page

There I sat in my room after lunch,I was seating on my chair with the journal on my study-table when my mother showed up with the glass of milk. Something made me feel that there was no need to conceal the journal. "Drink and then take rest",she said in the tone she had for that day,I was perturbed but I did not feel to ask her anything at that moment. She went away and I was still there with the journal in hand like I had all the time on earth and that journal had suddenly become mine forever. "The cops were foolish to begin with interrogation, instead they should have decided to search the house at first, this journal perhaps would have been the key to all their queries, they foolishly had been asking to people who would never answer or had never known the answers",I started thinking all these and recalled the situation I faced and the people I witnessed that morning, how I managed to get through them secretly and escaped into the room where noone was allowed to enter without the police's consent,I was lucky with my short height, and again fearlessly dared to come out without even letting anyone to know. That was great, daring and memorable. And then, finally, I had nothing more to think over and so, realizing that actually I had less time and there could be many people coming after that journal, I had to dare to open the first page and read what he began with, what he (Mitin Sharma,as the cover page read) had to speak this secretly, what he,who had always escaped looking at my face, had preferred writing than to share with any human...