"It just vanished?? How can that be?!" He kept on searching for that book for so long all over the apartment that he started to have doubts that he ever owned it or even read it before. He quickly scattered these doubts away though for he is so sure that not only did he read the book, but he also rated it and recorded this rating both online and inside his diary. But if that is the case, then how come he cannot find it anywhere, he thought. The doubts started to rise again, "I'm sure I had the book and read it before. I even remember its red colored cover and what it talked about. Could this be just some kind of dream or illusion?"
As the perplexity kept rising, leaving him more bewildered with every passing minute, he finally decided to put an end to all this. So he reached his laptop, opened his account on that reading website, and searched through the many books he read and rated and reviewed. To his amazement, he could not find the book anywhere in his account either. "Now this is becoming weird!" One more thing remained, he thought to himself. So he opened the drawer, got the diary out, and went through its pages. Each page a day, each day a memory, and each memory a feeling associated with it. He could not recall when exactly he read the book, so he quickly but carefully jumped from page to page and memory to memory. On that day he had this wonderful sea trip, on the other day he met that girl he had some crush on for the first time, and that day, how hilarious it was, he acted the role of Tarzan and kept on roaring in front of the class in that silly self-confidence course. An overflow of mixed emotions flooded him that he forgot what he was actually looking for, and what diaries are made for but to act as the pandora box for one's deepest thoughts and hidden emotions. However, that flood of emotions did not last for long as the diary dried out of pages with no single reference to that book with the red cover.
Feeling lost and helpless, he no longer had any idea about what else to do. The sense of gloominess and perplexity kept filling the air of the room till a message notification peeped off the mobile phone. "Another advertising message from the service provider about some offer from their lame offers," he said grimly. However, the message was the farthest thing from that, and once he finished reading it, he just threw the mobile phone down and kept looking around him in suspicion and fear. We know what you are looking for, and we know where you can find it. Your book is in safe hands. "What the ...! This can't be happening! What on earth is going on here?!"
