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It is not always same!

An alley!

The dark down path that leads to the closed gate. Everyone told Pihu not to go over there. It is the passage way in-between the house of stranger..


Phiu, a two year old girl with dimple smile, curiosity filled eyes lives with her grandma, mother and father. One week back, her family shifted to this new house due to her father job transfer. She was missing her neighbor friends.. There were no kids to play in this new place. She has to spend most of the times with toys. She was bored. As we was walking around, she stopped by alley gate and tried to open it. Her mom warned not to go saying "there is a kidnapper, do not open the gate". Even though she was scared for the moment and her mind was filled with the alley. Next day when her mom was busy in kitchen, she opened the alley gate.. It was narrow passage that lead to another locked door which connects to backyard. 

She stepped in the alley and walked in the lane for few times and looked up. There was waving hands ! She was scared, amazed and thrilled. She ran away inside and hided herself back to the door. After a few seconds, again she popped out to see the waving hand.. it was not there.. She was disappointed !

Next day, again she went to the alley and looked up .. There was waving hands.. Again, she rushed back to back door! Playful mood she was in.. Like the previous day, when she came out , the waving hand was missing.

After a week, she waived back to the waving hands! The waiving hands opened up the window.. She looked out! Pihu was excited to the see a person but again she ran back. .She tried telling the same to her mother and her mom could not understand and warned her not to go back to the alley.


Next day, Pihu again went back to alley exactly at the same time! The window opened up .. there was a old woman , waving hands at her with a sparkling smile. And they started playing from there .. A conversation with no words.

The alley become their junction.. Soon Pihu started spending time more over there and got a new friend to play along.

Dark alley always does not hold a ghost stories. An alley is place where lot of secrets hides it! A passage that connects to main road, Most of the times, it turns to be garage where the memories are stored.. Sometimes, it is path to treasure hunt!

This is my first attempt on short story writing..! Did you like it? Please add in comment!

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-Saritha Subramanian 

 

 


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