The stoppers of the glass windows in her bedroom had been broken for a long time and no one had bothered to fix them. Occasionally she would place a rock beside it to prevent it from hitting the walls and breaking. Like an intruder, a faint light from the arc lamp on the farther end of the road crept inside her room through that open window. It painted the walls a dim orange color, like that of a sunset.
She was lying in her bed, waiting to fall asleep. When it got colder, Kamala decided to close those windows. As she leaned forward, the wind carried a few drops of rain and slapped them
across her sleepy face. She hastily closed it and looked outside through
the transparent glass. The trees were moving back and forth violently in
the storm like someone helpless trying to free themselves from the
clutches of a murderer.
Her eyes got lost in that dark and lonely street for a few seconds until
they fell on a shadowy figure. Kamala could make out that it was a man.
He was standing still in that cold, oppressive night as if he had been
oblivious to his surroundings. She drew the curtains against the glass
and went back to bed. "It has got to be some homeless person, but why would he be standing in the middle of the road and that too in the rain?" She thought as she wrapped herself in a woolen blanket. She tried to sleep, but the screams of the wind and the roar of the ocean kept her awake for a long time.
