Aranya's pov

The home is full but I feel lonely.
I took my diary.

The diary which belongs to me but which only consists of HIS memories.

I haven't written much on that diary.
Only a few pages maybe.
I started writing it recently and only write the things that came to my mind thinking about him.

I open the page which has the date July 3rd.
His birthday.
I started reading it.
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"SHIVA".

Not a name but an emotion.

My everything.

The past that I never want to leave behind.

My mother tried everything in her to make me like Ahaan or Akash more,but it was always SHIVA for me.

Nothing happened but Shiva happened to me.

Two years of his departure.

Two years without him.

Two years of his death.

But still I am at the same place Shiva left me.

I acted along, for my mother to leave me alone.And she did.When i lied about my fake crush on my cousin.

Does she really think that I can move on easily ?

Does she really think that it's Akash or Ahaan for me ?

No.

Never.

"SHIVA".

It always was.

Always will be.

Shiva, a name for others but an emotion to me.
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I didn't realise the tears rolling down from my eyes.

Now when I realised, i couldn't care more.

I closed the diary and kept it safe in the drawer,locked.

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