I gave a half smile as I kept aside three CD plates having images and soundtracks of Brian. When I fondled further into the cupboard I could find a sizable diary, which had Brian’s name scribbled on it. Upon seeing the diary, I was puzzled and took it out
“Welcome To My… Little Secret…”
I read the first note on the dairy, and raised a brow when I flipped through pages to realize the uncountable secret he had written down.
I am Scribbling down these little secrets in explicit sentences;
“If I don’t win the Best Music Award I may lose my sanity. I better win,” I read another note and swallowed hard as I read that particular secret repeatedly, as though I was daring to extract more messages than it had.
I blinked anxiously, murmuring, “Music must have made him mad. Oh my God! Why?” I f
