It all starts when we enter in it.The darkness in front of you initially takes your mind and then touches your heart with feelings of fear,thrill,adventure,the dusty smell,the angle of the moon ray and lots of blurrish lines of humanoid-cuboid figures which our mind starts to draw on its own when we enter the hidden room.Yes!, the hidden room,which we don't know,unless and until we discovered it.
Mary discovered it when she was 17 years old.It was in the backyard of grandparents property.Her little steps took her to that hidden room when she was walking through that small grassy narrow way.The door was almost open but she needed to give an extra force to open that door...When she pushed it above her weight,it opened in a "kirkee" way just like "kirrr...Kir...rrr...thad."It was almost 7.30 o'clock in the evening,sun was already set,full moon was up in the sky and the crickets sound was filling the surrounding,just like a haunted house but it was not a haunted one.
It was a place of putting the things which we don't need now but we also don't want to throw them away.
A big metal trunk was lying in the corner with a candle lamp,2 big old carpets(smelling in a weird way)and a cupboard full of old books,kabadi,and some tiles which were leftover when the construction of the new house was completed.
But the hidden room had hidden secret too.The trunk was almost untouched for past 13 years...
Mary somehow managed to take that trunk in the moonlight, which was falling exactly at the centre of the room through the window.She made it parallel to the ground,because of some reasons it was not locked.For her mother those are not so much important things-but those were so much important for Mary.
Both sides locks click opened,a long metal hook in the fore-middle side of the trunk made her to struggle for almost 3-4 minutes but the struggle was worth to take...
The Magical trunk opened--"kht--krrr--thad",The trunk was full of the photographs,an old red saree,some ornaments,some letters,some dried roses.Smell of the dried roses literally spoiled roses for her.
She took those photographs one by one into her hands...and her eyes started sparkling because of that blessed moonlight,the tiny droplets from her eyes were looking like a pearls coming out of shelled mollusk.Those photographs were the photographs of her...not just her,but with her father...A tiny little girl running towards her father, the man stood in catching position ready to hug and a big fatherly smile on his face and the glowing face of child made her cry.In the past 13 years it's for the first time she was seeing her father's face.First time she came to know that this man-the 5ft 4inch, dark in shade,curly in hairs with a pointed moustache is her father.
The red saree,the ornaments were her mother's,she wore them during their marriage ceremony.
The moon light was sparkling bright, it was almost 8.30o'clock when her mother came looking for her...She saw Mary sitting and crying in that hidden room.Her divorcee wife part blew away and the mothers part came in,she understood the condition of her child and by sitting besides her she said..."The hidden room always have some meaning just like this, the tiny little droplets rolling over your rosy chicks and the feeling of finding something in a place from where we don't expect anything will come out.Its like the hidden corner in our hearts which always used to tell us what's yours is always there for you"
--अव्यक्त
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