I saw her though she was at a distance but the known floral printed frock and the blue band on her left hand took only a fraction of a second to identify her. As I was applauding myself for identifying her she turned back and waved her pale hands as if calling me, I was surprised as didn't expected her to recognize me. As she started walking my legs followed her as if I am in a trance as if my legs are binded to her's. While following her two questions were creeping into my mind, how could she recognize me & where the hell she taking me to?
I was climbing the staircase it was some of woods just like we see in 80's movies, smell of sandalwoods were all filling into my nose, the place seems to be familiar as if I had been here earlier. I tried looking for her but it was too dark to find her. I felt a light tap on my shoulder, it was her.
With a relief I looked at her again but this time a deeper look. Her eyes were all red, even tear rails can be identified on her cheeks. Her hands were scratched on many places some were bleeding too. Now I realised that even her frock was torn all over reflecting her pale scratched skin.
I have never seen her like this before, she was one of the finest girl I have ever came across to. I bet no one have seen her in such a state.
The question was haunting me, I couldn't wait to know the reason.
''What had happened to you, tell me'', I demanded a reply.
''It's not me-its you..it happened to you'', she replied in a stern voice and disappeared like a ghost!