THE ROOM ON THE ROOF Hey, wanna try your luck in my er. room? Rush to the caption.. #yqbaba #shortstory #yostowrimo #theroomontheroof #chitstory We live in an independent row house on the outskirts of the city that has been the envy of everyone who visits us or is known to us. I was the lone child and the apple of my pop's eye. When I turned 16 he decided to gift me something unique and constructed a room on the roof that could be accessed by a staircase from behind the house. I was overjoyed and it became my regular go to place, my haunt, whenever I needed to keep away from prying eyes or let loose the teenager's naughtiness in me. I had a crush who would occasionally slip into the room to meet me late evening on a selected weekday and we would steal a kiss or two. There were no mobile phones then and we were under strict parental control. Yet, I was lucky enough to have a secret place to meet and satiate my teenage hormones that were kicked into full gear. My crush, kumar, occupied my mind majorly and I could think of little else. One Friday, it was 9.00 p.m. and I was immersed in reading an interesting thriller. I was, of course, permitted to stay out on the roof till 9.30 p.m. Suddenly, sounds of footsteps climbing the staircase reached my ears. "Oh! it must be kumar", went my excited mind. All of a sudden the lights in our area went off and it was pitch dark everywhere. "God, I hope kumar makes it", that was my mind speaking to me. I could hear dad call out to me. "Hey, I hope kumar makes it fast before dad comes for me", went my now agitated mind. I could see Kumar's form emerging, and pulling him up, pushed him quickly in the lone room there and urging him to be silent, locked the door. This happened in a couple of minutes after which I immediately saw dad's form emerge. The instant he came, electricity was restored. Dad took me down but all I could think of was kumar. The curfew time was now on and I had to retire to bed. I couldn't sleep all night and was waiting for the night to end.
