The streetlights were dim as the mist and fog enclosed it in the mysterious grip. I peered out of my window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it my imagination?
I am Rekha. It was the winter of 2005. I was newly married to Ramesh, a doctor in the Army who got transferred to hills in the north. I was very excited to witness the beauty and peace of the hills.
 

We reached our house provided by the Army quarter. The house was beautifully located amidst the woods dominated by mahogany, ebony, and bamboo. I was ecstatic as I loved hills and snow. It was my dream to stay in a hilly area.
We started living there happily. Ramesh was busy with his work, I started managing the house. We both were happy and enjoying our honeymoon period after marriage.

But there was one thing which seemed to be mysterious. Every night when Ramesh was asleep I used to sit and stare outside my window. There was a hill point located beside a forest. The hills that lie friendly in the day like the pillows are darkly ominous by night. The paths that were illuminated just hours before, were lost in the darkness that...