Kamini Diaries

       The Girl With the Book of Moods The library smelled of paper and rain. Outside, dusk was settling over the KIIT campus, and the trees were swaying as if the wind itself was whispering reminders of old lives. I had come here only to escape the noise of my flat — to walk among spines of books the way some people walk in gardens. At a corner table, under a soft cone of yellow light, sat a woman. Her face was turned down, but her presence reached me before her eyes did. She was reading Mind Over Mood , a book that once sat like a mirror in my own hands. The title alone made my chest tighten. I told myself I was only curious. But every few minutes she would glance up — not searching, not scanning — just lifting her eyes as if to check if the world outside the page still existed. And each time she did, our gazes collided and fell apart like fragile glass. I could have stayed at my table and pretended to read. I could have let her be another almost-meeting in a ...