The monsoon played truant with the hopes of many until one evening
the cacophony of the much awaited pitter-patter of raindrops greeted Roshni at
her window sill. It was 7:00 pm but the fleet of nimbus clouds made it look like midnight. Her
house was located on an isolated hill with lush greenery all around .
With a
steaming hot cup of cappuccino she settled to finish her latest horror story -“
That evening when it rained” . Her fingers were typing furiously on the
keyboard as the plot thickened and the climax approached. With each sip of coffee, Roshni delved deeper and deeper into the final stage of her story
.
“Bang! Bang!”,
someone was at her door. Roshni hurried
wondering who could be visiting her at this hour and s-l-o-w-l-y opened the
latch. She could make out the figure of a young girl of her height standing on
the porch. “ I have come to finish your story”, the figure hissed!
Kraack! Lightning struck and Roshi froze in utter shock as
she saw her protagonist standing right there. Her story was alive !
Next morning : The house was unusually quiet with the coffee
still lying unfinished.
Amrita Paul ( Chumki)
Image Courtesy : A friend
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