Some story doesn't have a beginning. A grim room with stinky curtains ,a broken window. A creaking bed held a girl with hazel eyes ,sunken frame ,baggy eyes, sat a girl clueless.

"What's your name?" A doctor inquired.

"I don't remember" the girl in her twenties muttered.

"How you met with an accident?" A nurse questioned.

"Obviously an idiot must have hit me on the road" the girl replied with a grim face yet the humor was high enough for a cleaner to giggle.

"Seems a case of  amnesia" the nurse concluded.

"So? Where do you live ?" An inspector asked.

"At my home" the girl quipped.

"Yes we know but what address?" The nurse took interest in the lost memory case.

"Let me know if someone identifies me" the girl spoke to the nurse unshaken.

"Seems witty" the doctor remarked and left to attend his next case.

"What is the last thing you remember?" The inspector spoke again.

"The last page I wrote in my diary" the girl focused hard.

" Where is that diary?"The inspector named Harikrishan inquired.

"Someone burnt it" the girl spoke.

"What was on the last page?" The nurse grew curious.

"Him" the girl replied.

"Who?" Harikrishan inquired.

"I don't remember his name ,he was my life" the girl sighed.

"How did he like look like ?" The nurse spoke.

"Wish I could remember his face, my fiancée was like fresh breathe of air , cinnamon sticks on a winter morning" the girl closed her eyes.

"What did you write on the last page" the inspector asked.

"His name and a  page dedicated to him" the girl replied.

"You remember nothing but him. Not his face but his presence what is so important about him " The nurse spoke inspired.

"He is my only last page , my beginning of the story and also my epilogue  " the girl replied looking out of the window.