New Home

 

The New home close to my office is just 5 minutes away. Never before did I stay alone in a room, other than shoots. The building I stay is 'The pearl Villa' which on the dead end of the road surrounded by an acre of empty plot to its right is where my long window faces. My flat mate said she saw men come to survey the land someday and that may be the land must be in litigation to be unbuilt for so long. Our building lies in the centre of a T road which is always empty. We hardly see anyone on roads nor balconies. I wonder if someone really resides in these huge Villas with posh cars in parking. Unlike my house in Secunderabad where I can smell what my neighbours cook, and overhear the phone conversation from Australia. It seems as if we stay in each other's home, literally the neighbours here know who, what, when and how with free human eye CCTV surveillance 24/7. 

On the first day to my new home the sounds from the next building scared me added to the echoes from the empty house, and the door cracking sounds, I called up my friends abroad and spoke.I was still scared left the place only to return early morning the next day unable to stay alone without looking at the long window. 

I decided to lock the doors to avoid creeking door sounds before hitting the bed, though I can't escape the thunders from the residents just above my roof and the odd yelling sounds in the middle of the night from the wall behind me from the neighbouring building. I analysed less about this sounds as whatever is heard I only assumed its a spirit.  I closed the long window facing the empty plot with a curtain so I don't wake up to my wired imagination of assuming a devil dangling holding the grills outside my window. Even to attend the nature call in the middle of the night I give 5 minutes of reasoning to sleep back and not step out. Of the four sides of the wall the front is a plane wall with door on extreme right, the right side is covered completely with wardrobe, the back wall with small window faces the neighbours building and the left long window faces an empty plot which is adjacent to the road that is seen with cabs parked from the IT buildings on the other side of the road. The car doors are open and the cab drivers sit in groups in front of a building looking at screens. They may be playing ludo, some just sleep and others watch a movie relaxed in their car seats. I wonder what details of our house can be seen from that part of the road, to make sure nothing should be visible I never opened the curtain nor the windows. Except for the watchman, his wife and the milkman who knocked the door if we need Ghee and these cab men I don't see human movement in this area.

With a clock, scented candle and a bottle to the right side of my head I lock up the room to sleep facing the door mostly after reading a book or random poetry.

Last night I got up to a sound of heavy breathing, my eyes are still shut and my hands touched a body next to me my heart skipped and I tried to tap someone covered in bedsheet who is sleeping next to me, I mustered the courage to wake them up and ask 'evaru' after I almost got an heart attack, to my question the female voice drowsily said 'emaindi' 'nene' I opened my eyes very confused, to my surprise the large body next to me is my mom. I quickly scanned my surroundings to check how she is here, then I realised it's not my room, it's my mom's bedroom. I slept here last night too reluctant to go upstairs to my room to sleep alone when I came for a diwali holiday to home.