Haunted

The door had been kept open. He knew that he had laundry to pick up and should not take more than 10 minutes and he thought it is not enough time for anyone to sneak in and moreover the neighborhood was calm and people were sober.

It was an apartment on the 4th floor and though old building had been recently renovated. The walls were painted in cream color, however the stairs were left brown, aged. They were so old that even the owners had assumed it as an original color.

As he walked in the enclosed confinement of the passage he was humming a song, an old hindi classic. Something that was haunting in its essence and which reminded him of his own haunted dreams. He had always seen someone observing him when he hummed that song. He saw an old woman who hid behind a wall and had a grin on her face as she saw him do his activities. This would scare him so much that he would run closer to his parents as a kid, when he saw her smiling and observing. First he thought it was an old protecting soul who had come to see that no harm happens to him. However, as days went he would shiver by just the thought of it.

Tonight as he walked through the passage he saw the old woman. However, she wasn't observing him from a distance she was way too close to him. He could feel her walking with him and he walked faster as he approached the end of the passage. He felt as if roof is way to closer than ever before. He looked up and saw her looking at him, observing with same grin as he had dreamed her.

Watch out! She has the power

As I walked out of the McDonald opposite my office, I noticed some construction work on the other side. I had just munched on two great snack wraps and was digging deep in my teeth, searching for the lost taste. I waited patiently and watched a few cars zoom past me. It was not uncommon to have a few stares.

The light turned Green for me and I started walking at an easy pace. As I crossed half the distance I saw that construction on the other side had slowed down the traffic completely. People were getting impatient and were looking at their watches. I saw a lady talking something as she steered her car in the middle lane. She looked in a hurry and I was doing what I do best when stuck in traffic. I was looking at the cars and sketching a few thoughts in my head. As she came closer to the crossing line I backed out even more, just to be safe.

She pushed the pedal, brake pedal and looked at me. Gave me a smile and waved indicating me to cross the road. I smiled, whispered 'Thank you', as I waved back. I saw cars following her, a little impatient. 'She had the power and she used it for some one's benefit' I thought as I reached the other side.

"If you want to test a man's character, give him power" - Abraham Lincon.

Windy Street!!!

He lay on the ground, eyes closed
I had seen him doing the same
His soul was at peace all the time
and he closed his eyes, tightly.
For the fear that he might lose it
for the fear that the moment would be gone
Gone no where, forever!!!

He held himself close, not to lose
himself cause he might have lost enough
enough to count his life on, memoirs.
His hands rocked, to signal the wind
for it belonged to him, as promised
he comes back the next day
and turns the key of wind, life!!!

He smiled today, at whom, for what?
but he was alive, from his grief
for a moment he became happiness.
He was thoughtful, concerned as ever
for he had to start the life once again
he swayed his hands again and so did the wind!!!