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I locked the door, I'm pretty sure I locked it.
But in the early morning it stood ajar.

Memory lane - I came, I smiled, I grasped the handle
and drew it shut and..turned the key...SURE I SHUT IT!

"Well..may be I never shut it at all."

The phone rang, I got up the bed 
and groped around in the dark.

'Hello" - no one answered. I staggered to bed 
and dropped to sleep.

In the morning, I checked the indicator - no number
there. 

Memory lane - I was sleepy, it rang once, twice...
My eyes opened. I saw a chair.The chair was here...So?
"Oh...may be I had been dreaming. It's ok."

I handed my purchases at the counter.
The salesgirl smiled at me, she was waiting for
me to pay. My purse, where was my purse?

He said 'basket', just as I saw it in the empty basket.
I tended a large note to the salesgirl and 
turned to say 'thanks' to him.
But there was no one.

Memory lane - I'm sure a man said 'Basket", the voice was 
assertive and mature..

"Never mind...may be it was the salesgirl's voice!"

I clung standing in the bus, I gazed 
tiredly out at the bus stop..many people were there.

The bus heavily drew forward, more people had come in.
I saw a glimpse of Dad standing down the road.
"Dad?" I gasped. Everyone looked at me suspiciously.

"Hey stop!". I pushed my way out. 
People were muttering. I was running back down the road.

No one - certainly not Dad.
A car stopped screeching. My neighbour dropped me home.

Dad was watching TV.
"Where were you?" He looked at me perplexed.
"Watching a movie since an hour!"

Memory lane - I saw dad standing there drawing away 
slowly as the bus moved.

"Its all right,.. may be I'm very tired!!!" 


16/05/16
Featured on 5/06/16

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