25th of December 2021 . On the eve of Christmas she cried out to unfold his recovery reports and her heart brimmed with brittle confessions . Dr. Dia was a young woman with scars of ' ugliness ' wounded by the world. An ambitious psychiatrist and mental health coach whose first patient was Mr. Mirza, a vicenarian living in the bitter fragments of past and darkness. On winter's unexpressed roar she rode to Gaya and accidently dashed into a truck carrying heavy payloads on NH 83. The police recovered a blood stained journal from the backrest of the car which was dedicated to the recovery of Mirza. Was she ever able to unbosom her love? What secrets of life did she disguised in it? What undisclosed psalm of loss , love and healing awaited Mirza? __________________________________________ Excerpt : "We feel our hearts racing , our blood pumping in fretfulness , our eyes sneaking glances, we feel home with just one in a billion " . "I am sorry because I made sure you weren't happy with my happiness. " From the writer of - #When The Petals Wilt #Echoes of Silence