That night…. Yes, that one night still rebounds over and over. Resting my head against the arm pillowed, I laid reposed. None apart from the frosty sands and surging waves intruded my privacy until clashed with my eyes a boat zooming in. I did not panic until fell on my eyes a figure of woman, white and faceless.
Fright entered me. Heart missed its beat. Miniscule hairs stood erect. Chilled face perspired. All of my grandma’s ghostly-tales rewound.
Yes, amidst all that odd, the subdued courage within me did not succumb to the fear and pushed forth my numb heavy feet. Despite being on sand, I felt like I was wading through the waters. This really was goddamned fear, much-much scarier than those tales. I kept on as if I was treading on the longest beach world had. At last, I was there. Didn’t know whether it was my death that stood maybe half a feet away or was it a googly life had for me. Awed and agape, stood I, watching the faceless face forming its face, like an invisible cartoonist caricaturing his art.
Whew! It was my dead grandma. I finally met her. Yes, wishes do materialize.
By Prerna Daga