The Strange Situation.

"Mommy, who lives in the big house adjacent to the play ground?"

"I don't know in much detail,  but there lives a man, all by himself."

"Have you ever seen him, met him ? What kindof person he is? Is he a studious man? "

Mommy gave me a questioned look. It was an indication that I have to reveal the details myself. I began.

"Today, where we were playing at the playground, one of my friends hit the ball so hard that it went in that big mansion and got inside the room, crashing down the window."

"So, you're you worried that you might not get the ball back? Will he be forgiving  enough not t o punish you kids  for breaking his window's glass ?"

I gulped down. I hadn't even revealed the whole case when my Mommy started making assumptions which were no problem by any means, when looked from my point of view. 

Cutting what she was about to say, I said  

" I am worried as, to get the ball from inside, we broke the lock of his door and got into....  " I tried off. She understood what was coming next.

Her expressions were understandable. She was shocked. Maybe, very  shocked . She might have never thought if we were that courageous to break through in a person's place, the possession of  the person we didn't have a clue about. How can I make her understand that my friends to whom the ball belonged , couldn't have entered his own home without the ball. Could I not break through an empty house to save my dear friend to become homeless himself. We had no other option. I reasoned myself, thinking it to be the most logical reason and it's okay if it isn't. I am just a kid at learning stage!

She wanted to say something but she didn't . She waited for me to go on.  

"Would he be angry ?" I asked . She was as clueless as I was. She just shrugged. Concluding that neither she nor I was having anything to say, she asked why did I call him studious?

"When we broke through his door and were looking for the ball, there were so many papers strewn in one of the corner."

"What did the papers have?" She sounded curious.  

"I didn't understand the content it had on it. The only thing I knew was they were all stamped with REJECTED  written on them. It looked like an angry messege, the one my papers have when I fail my exams."

"Were the papers torn in pieces? Maybe that would have meant that they have been discarded."

I nodded in a No.  "What could that mean."  I said in lowest voice possible.

She didn't react. 

I didn't know how to proceed  .

Let's continue this later someday.

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