Everyday is a surprise" these lines were just a group of words to me, nothing new being a simple boy having my own routines. The books I write have none of me, just a few lines of my mind but it's not me, not my attitude, my dreams, my ambitions, my pers nationality, they are totally not special but I'm confident they are different. My routine starts off with a cup of coffee and mom's heavy breakfast. catching onto my office bus my daily boring day begins nothing to change but who knew a single notebook changes everything? I wanted to return to its owner but who says “no” to their own curiosity likewise not like in the play, gentlemen returning the belongings to their owner i choose to keep the dairy to myself. The whole day was the same. My script is pending three total jugs of coffee in my tummy. to increase my headache and drowsiness the three idiots kept bothering me. They are not bad people but when together they are the worst, worse than the film villains. Maybe they can be used villains but the director may run out of patience if able to survive until the end. I returned home with my eyes heavy. I took a hot bath. What to do? mother's regular dialogue "corona had enough spread don't spread it even more!" where shower is better than my mother's black mail. she will go to my forefathers in the process of blackmail, my father is enough for now. so having a hard shower i came out the sleep in my eyes no more all thanks to my dear "mom" i flopped onto the bed with mobile at my face staring like no end. just like that the seconds shifted, minutes moved, hours ticked its 1:41 my eyes fell on the dairy i picked up. i opened its knot it had a name on front "aadvika" means unique, and its a girl. well i must have skipped the name page now i am really confused to be a gentleman and close the dairy or be rude person to read "her" dairy. well after 15 min of fight with the angel and evil in my brain asusal the devil won the war. i continued to read like i'll ignore that i opened the dairy, it opened all by itself i am really smart to the point defying myself. i opened the dairy to be frank its a bit weird cause i never wrote a dairy i shared a everthing with mom. telling about myself i am a 20 YEAR OLD regular young man with unknown dreams of mine working at partime writing scripts for few webseries getting bored with my own scripts nothing running on mind nothing new. seriously who would belive i litreally wrote 150 pages of script for each play i continued to read the dairy of this person "aadvika" i opened it out.

however who will stop there curiosity that to based on a girl anyways with curiosity that of a cat i opened the dairy there was no date on the page is it dairy or not maybe she don't so the dairy started with a simple greeting "hello,chinnu" well who was chinnu? maybe a pen name to write a dairy cause who would like to mention there own dairy as "my dear dairy" in the same old format. So chinnu……

the dairy alias chinnu: hello chinnu today i really messed up you know i really do have a great family. but they do seem so fake and it dosen't change the fact that they usally be in rash behaviour and seem to be so sweet in front of dadda and mamma. today i known that this world is totally fake and no one is pure. execpt the little boy and the little girl were there is innocence is undeniable. anyways i thought of sharing my thoughts but who would like a rock on thier heads, what if someone reads it if what, i write i'm really done for?? so I decided a second ago that will write stories in the form of my life hence no one excluding me will know about whom am i writing about.. so my story starts with a girl of 19 years, an age to easily get distracted , an age were her simple desicions creates a big impact, to find good friends and create great enemies. ideal age? right. lets see if my 19 year old brain will effect the 19 year adhita.....

it was a bright morning in the southern part of India. At the state of tamilnadu. in between a long flowing river of cauvery. goes a beautifully carved boat with exquiste and great representation of the anicent history and the culture today followed. the sun rays falling on a white pearl face waking up a girl fluttering her butterfly eye lashes opening her big hazel eyes removing the blanket reaveling her rose pink lips which was curving itself as the half moon. stretching her arms ponting from east to west unvisble to all the humens being a clear visibility to nature singing her a melody which not the hardest stone in the world could reject. the boat stopped at the shore the girl wearing her boots running in speed of an exicted kid. tying up her long unruly yet semi curled, black and silky hair with an elastic making her them in tact. when a deep, calm voiced calling "Adhita" she turned around removing her cap running to the man in early forties. who would believe her that she a twenty year old girl? who is running around like a kid,