It was a story of 'she'. During a flight, in a business class, I found my co-passenger, a pretty young lady. She smiled at me and I felt like, she wanted to say something, but the very next moment she turned her eyes towards the window.
I had to spend 5 hours 15 minutes on this flight. I was reading newspapers and magazines. The lady was writing or drawing something in her diary. I did not want to invade her privacy. After the tedious journey of 5hours, our flight landed at the airport. I have a habit of leaving the plane at the end, just to have a little talk with crew members. The lady had already left the plane before leaving also she again smiled at me.
Suddenly, I found her diary on the seat where she had sat. I rushed towards the terminal to return her belonging, but it was too late, I couldn't find her. I took my luggage and hired a cab for the hotel. It was immoral to read or see diaries of others, but my inner conscious told me to open it. The moment I opened the first page of the diary, I found my name written with beautiful handwriting. I was surprised that how an unknown lady came to know my name. On the second page, I found a sketch of mine and from the third page, the story begins.
It was written that "Mr you are going for a business meeting, but at Candeleev lake park, your life is going to change". These are the words for the future. She had also written about my past, from birth to the present. Everything, every incidence, and every character were true. Everything matched.
On my return journey to home, the words of the third page also become true. Instead of reading newspapers, I am building a sketch for my new company and also I am counting billions. At the park, I got the answer to my life "There is a long way to go, carry on". For what even I don't know, I am thanking my fortune, for the meeting with the lady.