Unknown Mind: Zaiyen’s Diary

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary   🗓️ Part 2: They Thought I Was Overthinking   ✍️ By Zaiyen "Maybe you're just overthinking again." That’s what everyone said. When I told them I had a strange feeling about Grandpa's health,   they laughed it off. When I mentioned seeing a bus accident in my dream —   two days before it happened on the same road near our village —   they said,   **"Coincidence."** But I knew it wasn’t. It’s hard to explain what it feels like…   when you know something's coming,   but no one believes you. --- Even **Zeeran**, my closest cousin, grew tired of listening.   *"Why do you always expect something bad to happen, bro?"*   he asked once, shaking his head. I didn’t.   I **never wanted** any of it to happen. But it did.   Again and again. --- I started withdrawing from everyone.   Smiling less. Talking less. Sleeping mo...

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary   🗓️ Part 1: I Dreamt It Before It Hurt   ✍️ By Zaiyen I was just a quiet boy in 2021.   No signs. No warnings. Just… echoes. It started with a dream. Someone I loved was standing at the edge of a dark field.   Her face — pale. Her eyes — not blinking.   She reached out to me and said,   **"I’m cold."** I woke up with a heavy chest and an ache in my heart.   I didn’t understand it.   But the very next day, I got the call —   **She was sick. Really sick.** That dream wasn’t random.   It was **real**. Or something more than real. --- I tried to ignore it.   I told myself, "Coincidence, Zaiyen. Just bad timing."   But something deeper whispered:   **“No. You saw it.”** --- Days passed. But the dreams didn’t. Each time I saw something strange in my sleep,   something real happened — days later. ...

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 18: The Call at 11:11** I stared at my phone. **11:11 PM.**   That time always made me think of wishes.   Tonight, I made one. I opened her contact.   Still saved as: *Yalini 💫* I hadn’t called this number in years.   But I hit “Call”. *Ringing…* --- My heartbeat outpaced the tone. One ring.   Two.   Three. And then —   **a click.** A voice.   But not hers. > “Hello…?” It was a man. Older. Calm.   And strangely familiar. > “Who is this?” I asked. There was a pause. > “You’re looking for Yalini… aren’t you?” I froze. > “Who are you?”   > “Where is she?” The voice softened. > “I was her doctor.” The world spun.   **Doctor?** > “She left something for you.   > If you’re calling now… she said you’re ready to hear the rest.” --- He gave me an address.   A place in the hills. > “Come tomorrow...

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 16: Remembering the Forgotten** I stood before the mirror. My hand trembled —   but only for a second. And then... **CRACK.**   The glass shattered. --- Silence followed.   But inside me, a storm broke loose. Memories didn’t return gently.   They **rushed in** —   like water breaking through a broken dam. --- Flashbacks.   College corridor.   Rain.   Yalini laughing as we ran for cover.   Our fingers touched — and stayed. I remembered the way she looked at me   the day before I shut her out. --- > “Why are you pushing me away, Viyan?”   I had no answer. Back then…   I was drowning in fear.   Nightmares.   Dark thoughts.   The early signs of the storm in my mind. So I let her go.   Not because I didn’t love her.   But because I didn’t trust **myself**. --- More images came...

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 15: The Mirror That Cracked** Yalini’s message kept repeating in my mind: > “When the mirror breaks…   > I’ll be on the other side.” I knew where I had to go. --- My old college washroom. The mirror there…   it had cracked the day my confidence broke. I stood in front of it —   dusty, ignored, forgotten. But as I looked at my reflection…   **it moved first.** --- My hands were still.   But the reflection tilted its head. It blinked slowly — but not like me.   It smiled — the *same twisted smile* I saw when I opened the door. I wanted to run. But the voice came from *inside* the glass. > “Page 27 is ready.”   > “Read it… or lose her.” --- I pulled out the black diary. Still unread.   Still terrifying. The mirror began to **crack** —   without touch.   Without force. Just from the *weight* of the truth. Each line across the glass fel...

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 14: The Yalini Chapter** It had been years. But when I saw her again…   **everything paused.** Her eyes… still carried that quiet fire.   Her voice —   like it remembered things even I had forgotten. --- She stood at the gate of my street.   I didn’t call her.   I didn’t message her. > “How did you—” She smiled. > “The diary brought me here.” I felt my heart freeze. How does **she** know about the diary? --- We sat on the same bench from our college days —   silent, like pages that knew they’d be read again. She took out a notebook. It looked exactly like **my black diary.** > “I had dreams, Viyan.   > But they weren’t mine.   > They were yours.” I wanted to ask a thousand questions.   But one escaped: > “Why now?” She looked up. > “Because your story… and mine… were written in the same ink.” --- We sat in silence. The city buzzed a...

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 12: The Door Between Real and Not** KNOCK.   Once.   Twice.   Pause. I stared at the door like it was breathing.   My heart didn’t beat. It roared. > “Don’t open the door.”   That line echoed in my mind.   But curiosity… is louder than fear. --- I stepped forward.   Each step felt like walking into water. My hand touched the handle. The moment I turned it —   **silence broke.** No wind.   No night sounds.   Just stillness. I opened the door… And saw… --- **Myself.** But it wasn’t a mirror. It was **another me** —   eyes darker, smile twisted,   as if every fear I had ever buried… wore my face. He spoke first: > “You wrote me… Viyan.”   > “You created me… every time you ran from truth.” I stumbled back. > “I’m the part of you you refuse to read.” --- Then he handed me something —   a **black n...

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 11: The Voice Inside the Pages** It was a quiet afternoon.   No noise. No urgency. Just me… and my old diary. I sat down with chai, flipping through every page I had written.   Grief. Pain. Healing. Hope. And then — between **Part 4 and Part 5** —   there was a page I **don’t remember writing**. --- The handwriting was mine.   But slightly… off.   Tighter. Faster. Almost *rushed*. It said: > “He’s not done yet.   > The real storm hasn’t arrived.   > When you hear the knock…   > **don’t open the door.**” I froze. What knock? I checked the date written above.   It said: **“Dated 11 days ahead.”** A future date.   How? --- I looked around my room. Was someone playing with me?   Had I written it in my sleep? But deep down…   a voice inside whispered: > “This isn’t madness.   > This is **warning**.” -...

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 10: The Dream Before Dawn** That night…   I didn’t just sleep. I *traveled*. --- In the dream, I was standing in a **white corridor**.   No doors. No windows. Just whispers on the wall. I turned around — and there he stood. **A boy. Barefoot. Same face. Same eyes.**   But he looked… smaller.   Weaker. Frightened. It was **me**.   The version that got left behind during the storm. --- He looked up and said: > “Why did you leave me there… on that bus?” My throat went dry. > “I didn’t leave you,” I whispered.   > “I just didn’t know how to carry you forward.” Tears filled his eyes.   Mine too. And then… He held my hand. --- Suddenly, the corridor cracked open.   Light spilled in. We were no longer two people.   We were **one**. --- I woke up…   at 4:23 AM. There was sweat on my forehead.   But a smile on my face. For the first ...