I had found a diary, and it had a few pages missing in it. Every time I tried to read it, it made me feel incomplete. One day, tired of the way it made me feel, I threw that diary away somewhere. Soon after that, I found every missing page of that diary. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember what existed in that diary anymore, and where would these pieces fit in it. And now I am searching for that diary again. And I probably would never be able to throw these pieces away.
- Akshay Vasu