Sree-Content writer

The Fragile Bookmark! My diary knows accurately the number of times my heartbeat in a second. Turning each page I get carried to an unknown land. Stand on top of the mountain looking at the mist that rushes down to the valleys, the dewdrops on the grass tips, and feeling the cold breeze. SUDDENLY! My phone began to ring. I placed my pen in the diary and walked towards the door, turned back to see a red flower popping out and smiling at me. Sreepasreerangan