It was a grim night in mid-winter. Everywhere silence
prevailed like stillness in a dark graveyard. I felt extremely
overwhelmed with grief and despair. Perhaps it was my sense of
loneliness coupled with agony which drove me crazy.
I
made up my mind to scribble down my unalloyed feelings in my diary. But,
to my dismay, I couldn’t retrieve my dearest possession (diary) by my
bedside table where I had left it the night before. I ransacked every
nook and corner of the house, searched through the drawers and my bags
but it was nowhere to be found.
