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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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