Reflection

The weather was foggy outside as I felt very hollow. Stumbling up the stairs I reached the door and knocked it patiently. I could hear voices from inside but they were mostly feeble to be heard outside. I wondered who was there at this hour in the late-night inside my house. 

I never had any duplicate keys of the door lock and the original was inside my pocket. I heard the floorboards creak as footsteps approached from inside. The door opened but there was none inside, the house was completely empty. 

There was that room at the corner where she spent her last hours with me consoling her out of the tremendous pain she was in. It is terrible to be attached to someone and lose them all of a sudden. That changes the perception towards life and destroys the inner peace. I was disturbed inside from the day she left me. The sufferings surrounded me once again and there was that inexpressible pain within me. 

The walls seemed to crack and appeared to be musty. The window panes seemed to shatter. Not this day for the misadventure, I cried in desperation. The mirror was covered with mist but I could see a silhouette in it. 

Memories flooded my existence. The person I used to be few years back was right before my eyes. The irony of perception is what defines our existence. “Who am I?”, was better defined by what I could call as a paranormal day at my villa.