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Her secret diary

In crowd place, there is always a chance of getting things misplaced. This is how Pradeesh now standing with unknown diary in his hand. The pink color of the diary obviously says that it might fall from some girl's possession. As a good citizen, now he is responsible to return the diary whoever it might belongs to. But to add bubbles to his curious adrenalin the personal memorandum was left empty. He turns to last page with a quick prayer it should not be like Tom Riddle’s diary as one comes in Harry Potter’s movie. It was written in blue ink and some stains are visible. And he thought that probably she would have cried while writing, well it’s not she is writing an exam of zero-knowledge subject like him. :P

Slowly her secrets revealed:

Its evening time, the graduation day is about going to over, and there he is standing as casual as ever and doing all possible show-offs in front of girls. And he attends the call after tiresome of hearing his ringtone 16th time.

Am: Hey, why are y…

Dreamy Doll

The dreamy doll always, walking in moon light, her head prides upright. Never talks to others, none she bothers. But, with passing hours, her dazzling elegancy , turns into thinner delicacy.
When I awoke in morning, on the floor tracing the dusty sprinkles. I fixed the wooden doll's hollow.
Linked with:Poetry Jam-Dream.
P.S: Dream personified as Sherlock Holmes. :D