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1. What is the thing that a man can see of his wife,daughter and his sister’s but not of his mother?

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MEETING

1st September,2019

Dear diary,

I dont know how will you react on knowing what is happening with me. You may have found yourself in some tough situations with gossiping, judging, and more.But believe me, it’s difficult for me too, for an 18 year old girl to stay alone in a room in an old bungalow.

As I have said earlier also,my parents has planned a trip to an old bungalow in Madhyamgram for 1 day-2 night stay,but forced by me(I was challenged by Amit to pressurize my parents to say yes for the trip).we went to the bungalow yesterday on 31st August.2019.

We reached outside the gate of that mansion at 11 pm.I glanced at the bungalow for once from the car. It was just like all the other red-bricks on the street.We came out of the car. As I stood, gazing at the dilapidated house. I shivered, as though, ice had replaced my spine. The cold air enveloped the entire body. The  layer of clothing could not protect against the shiver. The walkway leading up to house were cracked. Weeds and dandelions poked out from these cracks. Red roses grown wildly in thick batches by the gate. The moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the house. Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of house, reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The house's walls showed black decay by neglect. Splotches of original paint hinted at the house former prosperity. Cobwebs covered the corners of the doors, tiny black spiders threading towards their prey. I felt as if the house is fit for the kings and queens of the supernatural.As i was approaching nearer, I realised why people used to say that this house was haunted.It was different from other houses.My heart said it well.I tried to open the door but the door was locked.I said” Dad,where’s the key?”Dad said” I don’t know. I don”t have it.”Amit”s Mom got a reason and she started taunting my parents.Suddenly a manly voice broke the atmosphere full of taunting.”May I help you, sir” said someone.I turned around. 

The man seemed to be around 25.He wasn’t a male model but he should have been. The lush, mother lode-gold hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his rude health. His only blemish was that he was beetle-browed and they sometimes knitted in frustration.The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength. He possessed a latent, leonine power and always walked with purpose and authority.His best feature was his entrancing, wayfarer-blue eyes. Sloe shaped, they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were a-light with joy. At other times, they could resemble two liquid-blue pools of flashing fire. Flamboyant of character, the atmosphere got filled with his sonorous, rumbling voice. His tattered clothes were a source of amusement to me, not least because they didn’t match with his model- like personality.” Sir, I am the watchman of this bungalow.Can i help you in anyway?” he said. My dad said” I don’t have the key.So if could do something, it would be a great favour for us.”He took something out from his pocket and went near the door.He did something with the lock and it happened The door begrudgingly creaked open. A musty, dank order creep into my nose. The house was dead silence except for the intermittent creaks and moans. The deadly silence was broken by him.He parted his lips to say” Hope you all have a good sleep tonight and i request you all not to come out of your room at night”I wanted to ask him what he meant by his last sentence but before i could say something, he turned around and started walking away.I turned around and glanced.

Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through the roof. I quietly entered the dark living room. Windows covered with grime and dirt, the calm moonlight struggled to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. Sharp shadows roamed around the room. The sofa and chairs overturned revealing deep grooves on the ground where they used to sit. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. A large jagged hole dug through the wall stood as though daring any to enter. Picture frames hanged off-centered. Sharp shadows roamed around the room. A misplaced grand bookcase stood the corner of the room, undisturbed for a long time. Selecting the correct book could reveal a secret doorway into a labyrinth. I made my way back into the hallway, Dad announced” Come here once and see”.I quickly followed his voice and came where dad was.He was pointing towards a room. Amit however, at that moment could find the switch and switched it on and  a slimmer of light came from behind the door. I approached and opened the door. I had reached the bathroom. The single window was mildly dirty, a flood of light flowed into the room. Dust swirled around the room as I made my way inside. The medicine cabinet mirror lay shattered in pieces on the floor tile. Empty medicine bottle lay in the porcelain sink. The only sound to be heard is the drip, drip of the faucet. A closer look revealed the discoloration of the water, a brownish concoction. A lone mouse stood sentry at the bottom of the tub. Never having a visitor in a while, it curiously eyed me before scuttling away. Approaching the bathtub, a violent odor made it way to my nose. Pinching my nose, I leaned over and peered inside. Crusty rags filled the bathtub, little hints of movement underneath them. It would be inadvisable to see what is under the rags. I arrived at the foot of the staircase. I stood and peered at the top, wondering when a twisted head person will crawl down and have me for dinner. I summoned strength and tiptoed my way up the stairs. Each step intensified the moaning and creaking as if the steps could collapse at any moment. I turned to the right, and met my final destination. The door did not give way easier, a forceful push was needed. Stepping inside, a dresser seem to have been pushed against the door, attempting to deny anyone entry. I could make out the silhouette of bed, edging in closer for a better look. A toy dinosaur lay missing its head on the bed. The sheet was splattered with a dark color. The wind intensified outside, the rustling of the leaves and branches were louder. In the corner, a little chair began to rock slowly.I felt that  the room may  had once belonged to a boy. The thin strips of wallpaper showed little trucks. Crayon markings scrambled upon the wall where wallpaper used to stick. The carpet squished as I walked. Little picture frames remained face-down on the carpet. Near the top of the right wall, there  was a big photo-frame of the portrait of a tiger’s family.It was so big enough that i felt that it may hide the entrance of a mysterious secret room.I glanced at the watch.It was 11:30 pm.I was feeling dizzy.It was a tiring journey.I quickly cleaned the bed,laid the bed-sheet that I brought with me and laid it.I closed the door and went to bed.Since it was a new place,I kept the light on.

Good Night   

love you

priya