I
never stay alone at Home
When I sit alone, I recollect so many incidents
in my life which I forget for some time but those could hardly be deleted like
that from the computer’s hard disk.
One’s memory is such a strong like hard disk of a computer which goes up
to grave.
I still remember when I was all alone at
home. There was a time when people used
to start weeping on getting a telegram when it was not written on a colourful
paper and on opening the ordinary telegram envelope with a message of new comer
in nearest relative family or birth day or marriage anniversary greetings,
there used to be celebrations at home.
While I was sitting in the balcony on a easy
chair and looking at the headlines of the newspapers which comes six in numbers
of three of English, Two of Hindi and One of my mother tongue Punjabi, I saw a
white car parked in front of the house for the last thirty minutes with a
person sitting on the driver’s seat and two persons on the back seat.
I got call on the land line and when I picked up
the phone on cordless handset kept beside me, and said, “Hello … hello …?” but
there was no response. I knew someone was on the other end. Finally, I hung up.
A minute later, the phone rang again; still no one was there. I became more
frightened as time passed; the same person called five more times.
I was also watching
the man sitting in the car that too was dialing and calling from the cell phone
exactly at the same time when the bell rings on my landline phone.
But for the sixth time, I didn’t bother picking up, but the ringing continued. To get my mind off this prank caller, I called my friend. She told me not to worry and to turn the phone off.
But for the sixth time, I didn’t bother picking up, but the ringing continued. To get my mind off this prank caller, I called my friend. She told me not to worry and to turn the phone off.
Soon the phone calls started again. I heard noises in the background, perhaps the same which I was hearing from the balcony on the main road. I really didn’t want that persons to get out of the car and start toward the house. If they did, I didn’t know what I’d do. None of the doors were locked, and I would have no way of protecting myself. The only thing I could do was hide, which wasn’t a very good plan.
At this point I was considering calling the cops, but my friend offered to drive by. “May be if they see me pull in, they will leave,” she suggested. By the time she arrived, the car had left. The phone rang again and I picked up, thinking it might be my friend. Someone on the other end said “Bye-bye.”
Since there was no threatening or use of any unparliamentarily language to disturb me, I did not bother to trace the caller from the telephone exchange.
However, at this incident, I was as scared as curious. Since then I have not stayed home alone and I probably never will.
