Encounter !

It is the least imagined thing for me... that one day,I would be making such a post...and that too the post which is being written after a long period...!

I had an encounter with a thief.
It was 3rd Sept.2009. 3:45 am (most probably)...
My room.
Me sleeping contently after a big, tough, tiring day. (The day had started at 6:00...and for a change, I had attended my college lectures, went to the postings, toiled over cases, brooded over EKGs, had a Resident's clinical on Neurology (! tiring !), followed by another lecture by a Unit Head (Again NEUROLOGY ! :-x ) ,
over-checked any pending errand (for the next-day scheduled Farewell party to our seniors !),
had food, did the dishes, checked my mails after 3 days (!), and got to doing the laundry... ( clothes had piled up...5 days...of mine, my sis, and one dress each of Mum n Dad!)
... finished the work at 12:30....got a bath...and sat down to study. Ofcourse, it didn't last more than 2 pages...felt sleepy, and decided it was time I get to sleep, coz the next day had to be even more hectic(...the party, and my research & clincals...!)
Had the just-before-sleeping conversation :-) and silently slipped into the NREM world. It was 2:00 am then.

What I remember next, is :
A shadow of a lean body, tall man, with bag on his back. Standing at my room door. Still.
In the sub-conscious mind that I was, I thought it was my eldah sis, ready to go to college. 'Man, I've slept that long!' But, the very next micro of a second, my brain didn't quite like the idea of him being Tiny.I shot another look in that direction, and saw the figure run towards the kitchen. SHIT !
It's, for sure, no-one from the household. Not identical to anyone I know. SHIT !
Got up, put my night gown, ran towards the drawing room, and thru the woody-antique-divider that keeps stationed there,looked for any evidence of movement. (Just to confirm that I wasn't hallucinating.) Yeah, indeed there was a man with a bag on his back, trying to hide in the space of the kitchen door. SHIT !

Went to grandpa's room, moved him, and whispered into his ear, that there was someone who had broken into our house. He got up, gave him a wood ka 'danda' (My Dad has kept one, in every room of ours, in case we need it) And we advanced towards the kitchen. In shock, in fright...I was just hoping he doesn't hit him before my Daadu even notices him.
But, to our surprise, or rather, shock, there wasn't a soul visible. Where did he disappear. Just as I started advancing towards the other rooms to check for being his hide-out, my Dada shouted, "Telly!"
I ran immediately towards him. He was standing still, in statue, pointing towards the window. As I rolled my eye-balls in the direction, I too stood in shock.

The window pane was empty. Without the iron motif and the iron grill. It felt like I was standing outside the house. The trees clearly visible. The black sky seen.
It had served as the entry point for those scoundrels.

Grandpa rushed out to run behind them, and I dialed 100. The police was very keen to listen, responded nicely, and in the next 10 minutes, we had two policemen into our house, looking for the damage, and checking each room, for the damage caused.

What he managed to do was-
Eat sweets from the kitchen.
Took some 2000 bucks from Daadu's wallet (kept in the lobby)
Sneaked all the boxes of Imitation Jewellery kept in my wardrobe.
Sliced the Gold chain & Diamond pendant I wear...from my neck !!
And took away my bag...heavy, full of books,apron, steth, knee-hammer, some 10 pens, my research reports, and my wallet, and some 'coins'. And left all the rest except the wallet & coins !!
Took away my sleep...as soon as I close my eyes, I see his shadowy figure...near me.!
Took away the feeling of security that I always have for my room or my home.
Stole my 'self-confessed' adventurous attitude...as I no-more want any thrill in life...!!

i don't think I have any desire left to write anything on this subject...!

have fun, ppl...
and study well...!!