Cottage

It was true the rumors that my grandparents used to tell me. The existence of magical powers in the cottage. My grandfather used to say that he used to experience unusual sensations when he stepped into the corner room. Grandmother used to say that the doors of the room never budged open when she tried the handles. I used to laugh claiming that they tried to frighten me for staying away from the cottage. 

We kept driving upwards the zigzag roads. Familiarity with that location was obvious but I had doubts if I really know where they are heading. “Where are we going?”, I asked my dad. “I want to show you something son”, was his reply. I peeped out of the window looking at the tea farms as we sped past them. The aroma was scintillating. 

It felt like hours when he pulled the car to a halt and asked me to step out. I unbuckled my seat belt and stepped out. My dad led me into the familiar place which was the mysterious cottage my grandparents used to speak about. He led me into that secret where all the belongings of my grandparents were intact. He gave a sword in my hand and told me to keep it with me always. He further said that the value of the sword was several crores and it had magical powers. I slowly understood the reason behind my grandparent’s secret visits to the cottage.