It was a moonlit night and quiet.
Just the sort when you imagine leaves rustling, someone walking top toe ...
But there was no sound except an owl hooting from far away.
The silence, after the city noise was unnatural.
And she heard someone calling her name in a whisper!
Startled she looked around. The door was closed, so who could be there?
The candle flickered and a whiff of cold air entered the room.
Was someone outside the window?
Or is it shadow.
She flashed the mobile torch in that direction!
The owl hooted.
Someone was banging the door!
- Memsaaab! memsaab. Dinner lag gaya. A jaiye!
She jumped up! The lights were on!
Selected ghost stories was opened next to her and she had dozed off!
Relief.
She opened the door.
- Aiye memsaab! Par aapke room me koi aya tha? Dekhite joote ki nishani.
Indeed dusty shoe marks on the mat!
But do ghosts wear shoes?
Heidi lived in Alps with her Alms uncle - I read this story in a book that was called The Big Big Story Book and it had a compilation of amazing stories that were my first foray into the world of English story books. Recently on a long flight I watched the movie much to delight of the young steward who was our attendant that night. My first glimpse of the Alps was from our flight ...the dawn breaking to spread the orange hues over the snowy terrain...looked mesmerizing even to someone who is not too fond of the mountains. Switzerland was beautiful, with its manicured terrain and flowers like pretty maids all in a row, picture perfect setting and breathtaking, like a touch me not porcelain beauty. Coming from my "elo melo" city I wondered how people managed to keep a country so organized , I have trouble keeping my room in ship shape...... No, I would not like to live there ......it's too distant and too cold ,but what I will carry in my heart is the awesome time .......
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