IMPORTANT: Generate with all text in Hindi script only. That village diary… that used to open on its own every year”** The night was getting darker. The moon was casting a crooked light through the grove of trees. And I… stared at the red letter that had floated in the air and suddenly fallen at my feet. With trembling hands, I picked it up. The envelope was old… but strangely, it felt warm—as if someone had just held it. Slowly, I opened it. Inside was just a single diary page. It read— “If it has opened again… then understand that time is coming back.” My breath caught. This very line… exactly the very line… that my grandfather used to write in his old diary— The diary that every year, on this very day, at this very time… used to open on its own.
