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While on a geological traverse 
in the ancient Aravalli hills of Rajasthan,   
I happened to stop by a palatial house, 
that glistened under the summer sun.  

I got curious to find the big building
in the midst of desolate countryside.
So, I knocked on the huge door to find out
who lived there, but nobody came outside.

I gently pushed the heavy door, 
it opened with a creepy sound creaking.
I ventured to silently enter to find myself
in a room, as dark as the moonless night falling

In the eerie stillness that engulfed me, 
before I could call out, “anybody in”, 
the heavy door behind me 
suddenly closed, sharply bangin’. 

With the skipped heart beats I pressed  
the panic button in the alarmed mind. 
With all the doors closed, the way out 
in the opaque darkness, I couldn’t find. 

As the fearsome feeling of being trapped 
flowed with the stream of cold sweat scary, 
I saw a faint figure appear from nowhere 
in the hazy hallway ominously misty. 

He entered the spine-chilling room, 
as if floating in the murky air all the way,
his somewhat deformed scarred face 
I saw before from me he turned it away.

As he came near I wailed petrified, 
“I entered, for no one around I could see,  
I’m sorry, I should go out, please help, 
open the door for me”. 

The icy eyes stared at me frozen, 
but not a single word he uttered. 
Toward the door he glided in a slow motion, 
his hands like a bird’s wings fluttered.

How then he opened so softly 
the huge door I didn’t know, 
I rushed outside in a heartbeat 
to freedom in the flood of the sunglow .

I got my lost breath back, 
looked back to say “thank you”, 
but the door was closed, 
the man was out of my view. 

On my query in the village, I was told 
about the man who took away my breath,
an accidental fire burnt the outhouse,    
the caretaker was scorched to death.
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