The hills of Kalimpong were draped in a thick, white blanket of mist. Ayan, a freelance graphic designer, sat in his usual corner of the old town library. He loved the smell of old paper and the silence of the mountains. Suddenly, the heavy oak door creaked open.
A girl stepped in, shivering from the cold. She wore a lavender sweater, and tiny droplets of rain sparkled in her dark hair like pearls. She approached the elderly librarian, asking for an old 1950s archival map of the region.
Ayan helped her find it, and they struck up a conversation. Her name was Tithi. She wasn't just a tourist; there was a restless curiosity in her eyes. They talked for an hour until the library clock struck five. Panicked, Tithi rushed out, leaving behind a small blue diary. Before Ayan could call out, she had vanished into the fog.