The White Lady

Silence caged night, as I crept in the terrace, to write. Under the sky, only me and my pen alive. The galaxy looked upon me to spy, that why I was writing my heart at this time of night.

    Absorbed in my thoughts, I don't know when the sky became wild. Red clouds in the yonder welcomed devils of the night. Winds in sigh moved my curls aside. Saplings in the pots moved in shy as my sleeves dropped from my shoulder aside.

       It was one at night when I yawned to move to my hide. As I turned my neck from side to side, I saw a lady in white. Moving on the street with her hair untied.

        I freeze inside with my sleepy eyes, staring at the lady moving on the street slowly at night. I screamed waking all neighbors of my side.

         Windows sparkled on my voice, and lives could be seen on balconies, of both the roadsides. The lady in white called out from the street, “ kya hua beti is everything alright ? And I nervously screamed, pointing at her" bhootni bhootni " for some time.

      My neighbors roared at me, this is not a ghost but gardener's wife, who has come from a village that night.