It was dilapidated yet elegant, unnoticed by busy city dwellers except for my occasional glances. Loud parties used to gain neighbour’s ire in the past. The house’s solitude disturbed mine and grew monstrously.
I couldn’t compartmentalize my egoistic self and called the local police station to suggest my paranoiac fears about the solitary house. Soon it became a news piece, an evening gossip and talk of the town and people came just to have a look at the house. And there rested my alter ego, sipping the green tea on a reclining chair enjoying the noisy chats of the neighbours.
I couldn’t compartmentalize my egoistic self and called the local police station to suggest my paranoiac fears about the solitary house. Soon it became a news piece, an evening gossip and talk of the town and people came just to have a look at the house. And there rested my alter ego, sipping the green tea on a reclining chair enjoying the noisy chats of the neighbours.
