I could not recognize it. I tried hard to think whoes diary it might me. I kept staring at it for few more seconds. Seeing no one near me I took it in my hand. It had a familiar fragrance. The image of the person who used the similar fragrance perfume appeared in my mind. I opened the diary in hurry. The name was inscript on the first page. I let my finger run over the letters to feel the name. It was the person for whom I came to the city in search of. But before me, she found me. I drop of tear rolled over my cheeks. Before I could wipe my tears, someone else wiped it. I smelled the same fragrance. She was standing in front of me... Here's a #collab prompt for #YoStoWriMo Day 6. What if you find a stranger's diary in your bag? How would you return it? What would be written in it? Complete this story. #thediary #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba