Yesterday was nothing special as my dizzy works were jammed in my daylong schedule. While searching for my old memories in my closets, I found Allan's diary. "It's a bit nostalgic when an old man suddenly finds his childhood sweater ", the first line of her diary.

Actually it was parceled to me last August when her goods are recovered from the crushed-down plane. She was going to Malaysia to watch the PETRONAS- that was the most bullshit speech heard in my life. But she was very serious about climbing the stairs of her career and perhaps she was waiting for her upcoming promotion also that time. She didn't pay heed our words as she was always that kind of girl.

My nostalgic days are very much calm as the weather is so soothing yesterday and also today. I heard that the book fair has begun and this is one of the most emotional festivals for this nation. I can't believe people can die for their mother tongue. Many countries, tribes are lost every time along with their cultures, emotions, but this is truly fascinating to die for.
Allan loved books and one day she told me about this history. She was excited as usual and I know she was fall in love. Before her last ride, she was just like as she lost her wings somewhere and she need to go search for it. I gave some time to make her stable but it won't help. Actually I still can't understand what love can do to a man.

Yaeh, I don't the boy she loved is still alive or not, but I always cherish to meet with him. Allan was a good friend of mine and how can he win her heart that I want to see!


*In loving memory of Late Allanis!