I ran upstairs and stopped at the top;
my instinct told me to turn,
and there I saw,
a mid-aged familiar face in a soldier's dress,
looked at me in a emotionless gaze;
My heart beating wildly,
I pushed open the door,
but in vain.....
Where Did The Soldier Go??
I ran to the end of the terrace
to see if he had escaped,
but again it was my mom ,
tugging at my shirt,
forcing me downstairs at the back.
"my soldier?"
I shouted after her
" your own shadow is fooling you again"
she said.

Now I am on bed,
my hand stinging from pain;
"it's the 365th time.
won't she ever stop?
who is this soldier she sees?"
my mother sobbed

who is the soldier?
I don't know either
but I love to see his vague face
through the frosted glass everyday.

Though I have no windows in my Garrett,
No soldiers and no planes pass by my terrace;
but I still see him on the other side of the window pane,
Sharing unspoken feelings with me everyday......