The Knock On The Door
It was raining heavily, the streets were flooded and the news stated that traffic was a mess. Public transport were moving very slowly and the local trains had completely stopped in their tracks. I was all alone in the house.
My parents had gone to relative’s house and were supposed to come an hour earlier. But the heavy rains had disrupted their return back since they were travelling by local train.
My mom had called back some time earlier explaining their predicament and that they might only come in the morning. She instructed to me reheat the food from the fridge and not to open the doors to anyone until they come.
I was alright, I was lying in the sofa playing video games and had plans to play the entire evening and possibly even till late night.
There was a knock on the door. I ignored it first thinking it must be some kids playing prank. The knocks grew louder and louder. I paused my game and went to look through the door peep hole. It was dark outside and I could’nt see any thing.
I shouted “Who is it?”
There was no answer.
I went back to the sofa and started playing again. The knock again started, this time much louder. I got irritated and shouted from the sofa itself “Who is it?”
Again no answer.
Now I am feeling a bit scared. A lot of people think I am brave but I am not. I get scared easily with the dark and the unknown.
The knock started again and this time it just continued non-stop. I shakingly stood up and got my cricket bat. I put the safety latch on the door and slowly opened it.
There was no one outside. For a second I am shaking like a tree, scared and getting wet in my own sweat. I definately heard the knocks.
I was about to close the door when I looked down.
And there it was, a small brown pup drenched in water. It was shaking badly and it looked at me with those puppy dog eyes. I picked up the dog and wiped it dry with a towel.
From that day onwards, Simba is with us.
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