She was standing there in her favourite brown suit and shawl below the house where she used to live when I was a kid- the place I used to go to daily at night, her home. I was sleeping inside the room, not wanting to look outside, having a gut feeling like there was something wrong, something paranormal and when I peeped through the varandah, she was there, just standing.. with no expression, no noise, no demands..just standing in the mid of night, in the cold, still existing even after losing her existence.
…..And then I woke up.
I Think For All 