It was a bright and sunny morning when we stood at the gate
of our new house. Father unlocked the door and we entered.
After unpacking everything, I went out to explore the place.
We had only one neighbour, an old widow. The field near our
house belonged to her. It was covered with long grass and
weeds and also with unkempt trees. I wondered why the owner
did not take care of them.
Mother had asked me to visit our neighbour and so I walked
across the field towards the cottage. The cottage was old
and its walls were covered with all kinds of climbers and
the cottage was surrounded with grass growing to the height
of the house.
I knocked at the door and a pleasant but old woman opened
the door. She glanced at me and asked whether I was her new
neighbour. Then she asked me in.
I sat on a chair near the table, while she sat on her bed.
After an hour’s talk I departed. While I was walking
across the field, I saw the sun set behind the rippling waters
of the lake nearby. It was a wonderful scene. After eating
dinner I want to sleep early that night.
Next morning, I woke up and saw the sun high up in the sky.
After breakfast I went to the woman’s cottage.
I was asked in and we began exchanging stories of our life.
She told me that she had been living in the house for twenty
years with her husband, who was a farmer. They were happy
until the day her husband had an accident and passed away.
She had been alone since then. Tears ran down her cheeks,
I tried to comfort her. She took sometime to become steady
again and we spent the day roaming in her fields and listening
to her stories.
After that we met everyday and many delightful months passed
by. Then, oneday father came home with a sad news that we
would have to move to Delhi, as father was getting transferred.
That night was a sad one. We packed everything and I went
to bid goodbye to the woman. We were both sad.
Next day, I went to her cottage one last time to bid her
goodbye. I noticed that the door was not closed. I entered
but could not see her. I turned the whole place upside down
searching for her, but could not find her. Sadly I went away.
Almost three hours had passed since we boarded the train.
I told my father how sad I was to leave the woman behind and
go to Delhi. Father, surprisingly said that no one lived in
the cottage since the old woman’s death some five or
six years ago. I was left speechless. Then who was it with
whom I had spent so many delightful months? My question remained
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