"Wow.." Bhuvan's eyes sparked with interest as he flipped through the
pages of her personal diary, reading snippets of them. "She was quite
the writer. Wonder why she stopped writing? Also, so sweet of her to
let me touch her personal belongings. I love how open she is once the
initial doubts have been surpassed."
He stopped at a particularly scrawly page. There were miniature
decorations of abstract patterns and objects all over the page- it was
clear the page was meant to look aesthetic, but Mona, with her youth
and inexperienced artistic pen had inevitably failed to make it look
exceptionally pretty. To Bhuvan, however, this was exactly why he
loved her. She was imperfect and imperfectly unique in everything she
did. She tried her hand at everything, a bit of this, a bit of that.
The proverbial Rose of all trades- because he was her Jack. (Lol.)
Beyond the rough drawings, Bhuvan made out the title of the page. It
seemed to be a lyrical song of sorts. The verses didn't match, but
they were written in a definitive format...