Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to any event and/or person and/or dead is purely coincidental. We do not intend on offending any race, religion or community.
She looked out of her window into the vastness of the universe. She gazed into the darkness of the night and spoke to the starlight adorning the sky. She looked at the moon and wondered at her glory. The midnight sky smiled back at her opening her arms wide to welcome her within.
A beautiful owl flew past her sight and settled on one of the distant buildings. It whispered to her words of wisdom which in the silence of the night only she could hear.
The winds howled and the dogs barked. The streetlights lit up the empty streets. A lone stranger walked across only to vanish into the distance. And now she opened her window wide as the cold wind hit her face. The mighty owl then flew away leaving her alone to face her fate.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her magical world as she hastily ran to open it.
”Madam has called you miss,” the housemaid spoke to her.
”O, Mam is calling. Lets go.”
They both made their way down the ancient staircase which creaked as they descended. The steps were pretty steep and she helped her middle aged housemaid step down.
Leaving the housemaid behind, she entered a dark corridor at the end of which there was a room. She walked up to the door and gently knocked at it.
Getting no response, she knocked again, louder this time.
”Mam, its me. Are you there inside?”
Not sure what to do, she stepped in. In front of her eyes, a tiny poodle was sleeping soundly. The portraits were swaying in the wind which came in through the open window. Flower vases adorned the wooden bookshelf and the giant bed was neatly made.
”Mam where are you?” she called out again.
She heard the sounds of rushing water coming from the washroom.
”Mam must be in there,” she said, “I shall wait.”
She sat down on the floor close to the poodle and gently stroked his hair.
”This poor thing is shivering in cold. Wait, I will get you a blanket.”
She opened the huge cupboard which was filled with stuff like ornaments, dried flowers, old dusty books and some very old photo frames.
“Stealing is not a good habit,” came a sharp voice.
Taken aback, she looked up to see the beautiful looking woman staring angrily at her.