The water dripped from the sky. It was the end of the rainy season. I was walking alone in the dark night at around 6.30 pm waiting for the clock to reach the time when my father would come home and let me in. I had the keys in my hands but my experiences in the retrospect supported the coward person inside me and held me back. The darkness creeped me out. It scared me to death. Various tragic situations flashed before my eyes and so I completely lost the courage to get inside.
My cloak had soaked from the rain and my hands were freezing to an extent that I reckoned that I might lose my fingers. I didn’t know how to abate thee absurd ideas from arising in my mind. As they incarcerated me within myself and staggered me to realize myself. I stood in the porch of a distant relative and didn’t have the courage to go inside. Not because I am an introvert person but because I was unable to find a valid reason or excuse. They weren’t my grandparents, whose house I could barge in at any hour of the day. And still, they never complained and always welcomed me in with a benevolent smile.But unfortunately those days were gone and i was here standing alone.