Nakky's the Lost Diary

By Aarya Nakky

Nakkys : The Lost Diary; an outcome of the thought Humans Are The Aliens (HATA) is a first volume among the series. The protagonist
Mr. Deigo who is blessed with precognition runs into nightmares every night which usually come true in the following day, but leaving him in vulnerable situation though he dreams what is about to ensue in the day. When he was left with no one to share about his dreams, he decides to inscribe them in a diary.

After a series of nightmares, he on one day in his dream is heeded by a voice which leaves him the message Two lives, 10 days, Dont meet, Rejo dies bounding him between the four walls of his house for ten days. What did he dream these ten days, who are the two lives and what happens if he meets them is the main plot of story. After ten days are complete he gets the wings to fly off the house during which he lose the diary. The Lost diary is then found by four university students. How will the nightmares in the diary make the students believe in Deigo and how do they react, plays a crucial role in the story.

The two lives are a prostitute lady and a blind man who are trodden at heart with great miseries in their life. How did their relation build, what are their miseries, dreams in life and the love that crept between them would be inspiring and hooking part of the plot. They are something to do with the aliens getting into power as said by smoke man presuming him as alien front-runner. To know if the smoke man gets the aliens into power or not one should definitely read Nakkys The Lost Diary.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Jan 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482843071

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Nakky’s The Lost Diary

AARYA NAKKY

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Copyright © 2015 by Aarya Nakky.

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Contents

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter XI

Chapter XII

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That was a cool winter night, with gruelling cold draught patrolling very frequently all around the city warning people still awake and yet to bed. The trees that were bare felt the chillness of the breezes, shivering badly anticipating the early arrival of spring. As it went dark, streets emptied, animals scampered for their shelters and birds leant their wings with their kids crouching under the warm feathers.

But only one person has ventured to face the annihilating chilly gusts, playing hide and seek behind the dense dark floating smoke. He had a curved fairy face smiling very often to make the blustery weather realize that they were zilch before him. That half headed moon which was growing day by day seemed bored of the game, as he has gone astray after some time.

In that cool winter night, almost everyone fell asleep wrapping with the thickest garbs they could have, some feeling the warmth of their partners and others who were alone, the warmth of the bed and pillows. When the world was subjugated by silence everywhere, a sudden hit of a car into an angelic being alerted one person scaring him more than the cold breezes did. He woke up with body shuddering and sweating even in that bitter arctic night.

He wiped his eyes hastily and looked around to check for the badly damaged body of the person with flesh moulded like cake flour ready to bake. But to his surprise he could not detect any traces of the blood or the remnants. He waggled his head and joggled the body continuously to realize what would have happened. It took fifteen minutes for him to empathise that he had nightmare which fret him in that dangerous cool winter night.

It was half past to nine in the morning when a vociferous voice woke up Deigo. The voice was of his maid urging him to have the bed coffee. Irritated by the voice, Deigo woke up beholding at the maid with the red eyes. ‘Dad either you dismiss this sixty five year old podgy woman or I dig her burial chamber’, Ms Katja’s pull of the bed cover had a strong aftermath as Deigo made a horrendous holler at his father.

‘Mr Deigo, for your kind information your father has gone out for the morning walk. If you wish to taste the coffee you may have it or else I shall clean it after 30 minutes. I am leaving now. Good morning and hope you have a nice day’, Ms Katja replied with a swinging head and left the room leaving the coffee cup over the table. She then altered the date in the calendar placed over the table before she left the room.

Deigo held the coffee cup and went close to the window of his pent house which was mounted over a four storied pentagonal house. The panorama from the window was heart pilfering as it had all the colours to start a day with ecstasy and oomph. The view takes you through the beautiful lawn of the house that was filled with green home turf moist everywhere with the droplets of dew shimmering over the meadows touched by the rays of the indolent rising sun as usually in the winter mornings. The fog filled the air in many strata floating around making it feel as if the clouds had plunged on to the earth or the surface of the earth has outstretched close to the clouds.

The prospect appeared much beautiful with that park on the other side of the road that alienated the house from the park. The outlook of the park was amazing from the window as vivid varieties of feathered birds that were colourful and cheerful, sang the dawn chorus pleasing the heart of Deigo. The beauty is now proliferated with the arrival of the punctual college bus full of girls. With that entire pleasant, peaceful and effervescent environment visible around, Deigo’s day commenced with full of colours and energy all together portrayed in his window. Deigo relished glancing through the window sipping the coffee Ms Katja has brought for him.

Suddenly he suspended sipping the coffee and looked merry as he widened the lips bringing out the cute smile over the face. That smile was inevitable by the sight at a small baby squeezing the waist of a lady who was talking to his mother at the park. The lady warned the baby waving her finger with head little bend, close to the kid’s face. Deigo’s smile has now transformed into laughter as the notorious kid caught her ruby lips that seemed to be strawberries; then rubbed them with his thumb and eventually tried to taste pulling them closer to his lips.

That laughter turned hysteric as the kid pulled out a condom that was something bizarre to anyone at his age but most seemingly not to him, from her handbag that was swinging on her wrist. The kid then started laughing blinking his one eye at her as the lady gaped being knocked for six with his smart and romantic reply, strengthening that Men are Men no matter you are a kid or father of a kid. The lady brusquely took the condom from him and put it back in the bag before it was noticed by the kid’s mother. He then caught her hand as she looked helpless to convey his apology.

The lady comprehended the kid’s intention and she stooped to kiss him, holding the nose of the kid. The notorious kid all out of blue kissed her over the lips this time and began smiling smacking over his lips relishing the taste of his first kiss, for which the lady was gobsmacked but this time she also started grinning. Deigo, who was very much impressed by the kid’s elegance, glued to the window enjoying the kid’s extreme smartness pursued by his romantic attitude and was completely involved in the drama. He in fact forgot that the cup was empty, and was sipping it without having any notice of it.

The lady too being impressed by the smartness of the baby appeared to be admiring about the kid to his mother. The ladies left the kid in the stroller and were totally involved in their grocery to jewellery glory talks. On the other side, the kid being very enthusiastic began springing in the pushchair trying to ensnare a butterfly flying around him. He was very ardent to win over the butterfly and looked stubborn in catching it as he never stopped his tries.

Adding to his enthusiasm the butterfly flew around him absconding every time. His hunt for the butterfly grew as it turned mischievous kissing him over the cheeks, landing on the nose, buzzing around the ears and tingling frequently over his head irritating him more than he did for the lady. The kid’s invasion over the butterfly turned into vengeance as he elevated his hands high and high with his biscuit sized buttocks never resting over the stroller, but his trails all failing.

Deigo was savouring with the fun the kid gave him. Meanwhile he was interrupted by Ms Katja to give away the cup which made him realize that he was sipping an empty one since a long time. Deigo smiled in himself mulling over his involvement being attached to the baby. He gave away the cup to Ms Katja who left the room after receiving the cup. Subsequently he looked again at the window to catch the updates of the baby but could not find him along with the two ladies. Assuming that they might have left from the park, he had just pulled the curtain of the window and turned back towards the bed.

Deigo came back to his bed and hauled the diary that was concealed below the pillow. He has a distinct habit of writing the diary than from routine way of using it. For everyone diary is meant to note the different experiences one had encountered throughout the day before they go to bed. The diary for Deigo is something exceptional and unique as he uses it to pen down all the experiences he had in the previous night. He inscribes all his experiences in the diary rather be called as the nightmares that shall usually come true during the following day.

So as usually he yanked the diary from below the pillow and embarked with the common first liner ‘God, at least this day let the nightmares be the night dreams but not the day screams’. He then dredged up the layers of mind to summon up what things have happened in the dream he had last night. He began to transliterate his dream into the inscriptions, ‘Ya, I dreamt of a baby playing with butterfly’. He then stopped writing and grumbled in himself, ‘Ya, I saw a baby playing with butterfly’ as if his hands were wedged by someone not allowing him to write. Yes, that was not someone but the contemplation of the baby who made his day start with full of joy and energy.

Deigo was numb for few minutes until the ambulance alarm reached his ears, later with that of the police cars. On hearing them he felt angst-ridden and ran quickly towards the window, dragged the curtain aside and viewed all around. The outside situation looked pleasant and unruffled with no signs of any breaking news. But because of his anxiety rather be called as the love for the kid, Deigo ran down the stairs, took his bicycle and hurried riding on it with lot of nervousness and fear; for he knew that his nightmares will come true in the day. He was tremendously vexed and tensed which could be seen as he dragged the bicycle out of the store room with quivering hands and bamboozled of what he was trying to pull out. He took the bicycle with lot of intricacy.

He rode the bicycle at 60Kmph and stopped when he reached a library that was four kilometres away from his home towards the north. In front of the library were the ambulance and the police cars. His nerves now became rigid and could not help him to ride the bicycle any more. He rode the bicycle at a snail’s pace. As he rode sluggishly, his mind concurrently beseeched the god that he should not perceive any incidents of accidents at the library and if at all something had happened; there should not be the cadaver of any baby lying at the spot. As he approached the ambulance, his heart beat has grown exponentially. The moment he reached the ambulance he saw a body being carried by the male nurses into the ambulance and police collecting the clues.

He rode limply towards the library looking at the body being carried. Deigo was strung-up and about to lose the control on the bicycle having had a sight at the body. So he stopped at a distance, parked the bicycle and rambled closer to the hedge, the police had created at the accident spot. He keenly looked at the body being carried. After sifting the stature of the body and finding that it was too lofty to consider being the baby, he inhaled a huge breathe confirming that it was not the baby’s body. He looked relieved.

He then to fortify the kid’s long life went close to one of the people gathered around the hedge and asked, ‘I am sorry to bother you by asking this. But if you don’t mind may I know few answers for my questions. Is this an accident? How many have died? And how did it happen?’ Deigo enquired even before the person agreed to answer with a briskly tone.

‘Yes it is an accident. Two of them succumbed and I have no clue how that would have happened. Sorry….. you may check with others’, the guy answered and moved out from the place.

‘For your information it was the mother and her kid who departed in the accident’, that guy had something more to say to Deigo before he left. He told such a serious matter in a low cool voice as if death was not bizarre and is only an amputation of two from world’s population to him. Yet the voice reached heavily for Deigo, as if asphyxiated by a suddenly tautened umbrella that was actually unwrapped to shield from the sun on a sunny day.

Deigo’s eyes streamed sobbing but the hope to find the odds kept him sturdy at heart. Man is to err and so is man to hope, to hope even at zero chances to hope. And in return hope shall strengthen his will. To let his hope be alive Deigo went close to the ambulance and stumbled upon another body being carried. This time, it was not a body but the lump of flesh drawn asunder from the clothes. The clothes were evident enough for Deigo to confirm that it was the pulp of baby’s flesh whose bones were completely shattered.

He was inarticulate and stock-still standing at the place the accident occurred on confirming that the corpse was of the innocent cute kid who had tried to win over the butterfly few hours before and now the butterfly is flying around him as if it wants to surrender, but the kid is no more there to accept it. He became numb with body trembling on seeing the lump of flesh of the baby.

He was silently snivelling imagining what poignant thing had happened early in the cool winter morning. He abhorred himself for not saving the kid, but knew it was anathema on him to let the lives pass away though knowing everything that would ensue much before it transpires. People around him moved foot to disperse on the urge of the police, but Deigo had not bothered of what was happening around. No voice could reach him. Deigo after a long time came back to reality with the gentle push by the police officer asking him to vacate the place immediately.

He started back to home with all frames of the kid floating in front of him. After few meters passed, he slowly walked with the bicycle as he was not interested to ride it any more. Some twenty minutes having walked, he finally reached home reprimanding the god for giving him the power of precognition which was just a vain like a woman’s mammary glands secreting poison during her motherhood. He did not even mind the words of Ms Katja asking him to have the breakfast. He did not really care about his father who was reading the newspaper in the drawing room. Nothing was worthy of note to him as he walked the stairs up, to his bed room.

He reached the room and went to the window to gawk at the park where the baby was few hours before. The reminiscences of the baby were still floating before him as he could envisage the kid still in the park playing with the butterfly. He stood there for some more time and dwelled in the happy moments with the baby. He looked out of sorts after some time and went to the bed, sat over it and yanked the diary. He opened the diary and wrote the dream he had in the last night and about the dream that has finally come true as usually.

‘That baby the enticement for my early joy of the day will linger throughout the day and is also the raison d’être for the sorrow heaped in my heart that shall continue till end of the day’; Deigo inscribed his last words out of moan in the diary. He then spent whole day in the room without even stepping out to piss. Ms Katja knew that he was traumatized since morning and she never had the nerve to ask him what has happened, as she knew he will retort if she asks him. Later in the evening he came down to the drawing room to watch the television.

Deigo appeared to be waiting eagerly for someone or something to come home that should be very special for him. Just then his dad has come home from his work place.

‘Hey! Deigo, I could see you early from college, anything special today or has something gone wrong at college’, his dad asked him being surprised to see him early in home.

‘Dad, I haven’t stepped out of the house at all. How come I am early from college’, Deigo replied.

‘Anything wrong or are you feeling sick today? Tell me my son’, a little sentiment and more of concern started from his father.

‘Nothing Dad, I woke up little late today in the morning and I felt like staying at home. There is nothing to worry dad. I am perfectly all right. You appear very much tired and needed more rest than me. Please go, fresh up and relax dad’, feelings of love and care could be seen in Deigo’s words.

‘Ok… I believe you, but remember it is me and you in this house and if something happens to one of us, the other is lost in this world. So please take care of yourself and tell me in case you have something in your mind’, Deigo’s father showed his concern in reply to Deigo’s care and love proving Newton’s third law of action and reaction. He then left to his room to refresh.

But Deigo’s eyes were still seeking someone as they continuously kept tabs on, at the entrance of the house. It should be something either very important or someone very special for him as his eagerness showed an excitement when the clock ticked five times as a sign of time being 5 PM. Ten minutes later, a thud of something knocking the door reached his ears. Deigo anxiously ran towards the door and found the evening paper. He hastily tore the thread that was tied to it. Perhaps he was eagerly waiting to read what was written about the bereavement of the baby.

He took the paper to the drawing room, sat down on the sofa and hastened skimming through the pages to stop at the column he was waiting for since two hours. His anxiety to know about the accident could be seen with the pace he turned the pages. He stopped at the 18th page of the 36 pages. The moment he turned the 17th page to 18th page, he saw a headline with its larger font confessing the child’s death as ‘Library took away the lives of a mother and a baby’. Deigo being little perplexed began reading the news written as ‘The clemency and atrocious casualty listing the mother and her baby took place at North End library today at 9.30 AM.

Going deep in to the details, the accident was due to the brake failure of an oil truck while the lady was crossing the road to reach the library with her baby in the pushchair. According to the information from the sources of the police and people who witnessed the accident, the lady was crossing the road with her baby in the pushchair. When she was almost amidst the road, she stopped crossing the road as she heeded a voice from behind notifying that she had forgot her handbag containing some currency papers, coins, mobile and some medicines.

As per the information given by a direct witness, ‘The lady on finding the missing handbag with the lady who was with her, turned the pushchair about turn and collected the handbag from her friend. After conveying her thanks to the lady she again walked towards the library, might be because of her habit to read the newspaper daily. The baby had a nibble in his mouth and the lady was pushing the pushchair to cross the road. She was almost in the middle of the road when the nibble fell down and the baby started whimpering. The lady, who noticed that the nibble has fallen down, has bowed to pick it up. Before she could pick up the nibble, she heard the sound of horn banged continuously by the truck driver.

The driver tried hard to stop the vehicle but he could not manage to stop it, may be because of the brake failure. The lady alerted by the horn of the vehicle could see the death approaching her in the form of strong truck heading at 60Kmph. Looking at the