‘THE SOFT KNOCK, THAT NIGHT.’ By Stallin

Mitali was late and her worried father’s ordeal to find her as the incidents unfolds…

” It was getting late enough to be worried. I once again stepped into the balcony and looked down. Except for a drenched street dog that was lying down miserably near the gate, there was not a soul to be seen anywhere. Rain water had puddled under the lamp post. A breeze ruffled the mango tree in the courtyard and a few twigs fell down and broke. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Did I hear a soft knock at the door? I turned back…
Hoping of Mitali back from college, I rushed to the door. The knock got intense by now. I unlatched the door open. It wasn’t Mitali.
A muddy, out of breath, with a pale white layer of dust and tears on her face, a seven or eight-year-old girl was looking at me. Before I could get the sense of her being there, she reached to my hand and started pulling me towards the stairs.
She wanted me to go with her, somewhere. Something, definitely, was not right!

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