White Alabasters

Vanishing Illusion

" The moisture laden clouds distracted;

Dance in rounds of joy ;

Vision revealing the deep space on the sea floor;

Swallowing the years of endurance "

The perplexing situation unfolded , I scanned the anonymous notebook which seemed familiar with the white parchment paper. It was a quaint bundle of unstained papers . It had no lines or even creases on its pages , perhaps it was buried for a century under the grave of ignorance dug by its owner and hoarded like a treasure avoiding the trends .It was old but still new . So any details about the owner was out of discussion for now.

8AM - I went to the Lost and Found Department of the university at the moment it opened after waiting for half an hour. I got an appointment and reported the crashing incident at the library that took place yesterday. They told me to expect an email from them about my concern in a week.

Two days passed in interminable concern . The final reply was completely unacceptable, the email stated,"Dear student, your belonging was not found. You plight was investigated by us but your claims could not be verified."

I was infuriated by the unreasonable response as the library was equipped with the CCTV cameras and no person was allowed into the university premises without identity verification.

Student Welfare Board was my last destination. A lady official accompanied me to the library after submitting a letter.

She interrogated the librarian as I narrated the incident with every minor detail possible. Baffling to my senses, the librarian blatantly refused to my claims. On my request, the considerate official summoned the library to check the CCTV footage. I remembered the time of the crashing incident as it clashed with my reminder . With full boost on confidence levels I waited for the desired footage. To my terrific shock , I clutched the CCTV monitor stand ' s edges. The clip contained me tripping on the wooden floor with one notebook and walking out with it.There was absolutely no trace of the stranger or another notebook. Oh Gosh Ghoulish!! the event was erected from the timeline which made me think if it was an illusion . The whole encounter was vanished leaving just a meager token(notebook) behind. I thought to ask the management about person behind the purchase of the Roller Coaster Table placed at the library. But I contradicted my thoughts and inferred that this sort of action is not under the means of an ordinary individual. This can only be achieved by a powerful and influential source. So I made a private request to my home room professor to take back all the complaints regarding this case in order to clear my name. He helped me on the credit of a obedient student. This matter came to its conclusion that the owner of the parchment skinned notebook did not wanted his identity to be disclosed for an uncertain reason.

Alas! I could not find my forecast book

and it took a while but acceptance is the key . I was depressed by the fact that my experiences and feelings all trapped in words were abducted. I would not be able to feel the crease and warmth of pages with once dripped wet with my tears and brought a smile on my lips whenever I flipped them back .

But even after losing my ten years of writings in a manipulated setting. I still did not hate the strategist( the stranger) . To know it was a planned disappearance is not a difficult task. But more than I despised him, I envied him ; for his power and means. This plot made it clear that the impressive speaker, the alabaster stranger and the commanding force behind the plot are one.

Days went by, as I waited in anticipation that the person with such exceptional qualities can't be stingy enough to steal others belonging which is just a bundle of paper worth pennies . Although I comforted myself by thinking may be he doesn't want to get involved because of serious issues but nothing filled for the regret I felt for the encounter.