Diary

Nervousness was clearly visible on his face. The 52 years old auto-wala was worried about his diary. He could not recall where he left it. It was either in his trunk at home or he left it at the STD booth from where he usually makes call to his sick mother.

"What is so important written in the diary? Do you keep a record of your funds in it?" I inquired.

"It has my mother's contact number." He quietly answered. 

Somethings are priceless.