What the hell are you doing here....?

As she opens the door there is the familiar feeling of being home . After 20 years she is back where most of her memory bank was developed. She knows this house like the back of her hand ... this the entrance to a room ..... the room stretches to her right hand side .. it has a small window in front of it is the big bed ..... u can see outside, lying on the bed ... smell of fresh air on a warm April night can be sensed.


As she moves along she enters the another opening and there is the open veranda .... it serves as a bathroom... a water tank, couple of buckets a broken faucet; on one side of the veranda is a kitchen ... a big area with lots of shelf , some storage place, the alignment of various tables serve the purpose of the much needed "kitchen platform".

Moving along on the other end of the veranda is another room as big as the first room.
hmm this was her room which she shared with two other people .... this is her favorite place . she looks around on one side of the wall there are shelves full of books, piggy bank, one of the shelves serves the purpose of the dressing table also.. there are total of 5 shelves and the space is well utilized.

There is a window on the same wall which has five shelves under the window there is a big shelf ... the window opens in the veranda ... their sewing machine lies under the window's shelf. Two beds one next to the window and the other is next to the opposite wall, between the beds is the space to walk around the room. There is another door which opens in the back and some kind of a outhouse is there actually two of them cause right next to this house there is another set of same structure.

All of a sudden she hears the voices coming from the first room... she waits for them to come to the middle ground the veranda ... looks outside the window in the veranda to look at her visitors Mr. C and his daughter. Very purpose fully Mr. C moves around her house pointing out how it can be changed saying " the kitchen is incomplete the house is not connected together... the two room are far apart and if you close the doors that open in the verandas one room will be completely cut off from the other... we need to work on this house". while the father is busy trying to fix the deal .. the daughter decides to throw a tantrum... looking bored and telling me that this is a village and the house is very boring. She turns around and tells her father she needs music and wishes to dance ....every body starts looking at her... then it dawns on her that she is expected to entertain the annoying little girl.
There is no power so no music she turns around and tells the girl "i am sorry we have 72 hrs power cut ... but before she can say any further the girl is already jumping around the whole room...bet ween beds ..next to the door .. in veranda and every one else to has joined in.

Finally when she cant take it any longer she goes to Mr. C and says hey you are not part of this picture what the hell are you doing here ... you are not suppose to be here ... these are my memories and you are part of my present so take your annoying daughter and out you go ..."
Thats when she feels a sudden pressure on her left shoulder and turns around and lies down on her right shoulder. Mr.C and his daughter are gone and now everything is just the way it used to be like she remembered warm summer breeze ... 72 hrs power cuts beds spread out in the veranda all of her family around her with their respective hand held fans .. careless bantering .... as she lies on her back and looks at the stars above she knows she is home ..even though its in her dreams.