#yqbaba#yostowrimo#chitstory
It was 12.00 midnight. I was up reading a very engrossing book, a page turner from the very first page. I had just come to the part where the heroine was sunbathing in her buff on her own pvt island. She sensed somebody watching her. Strange, for she was all alone. She hears a knock on a non existent window. Startled, she looks everywhere. I jump up as I too hear the knock. I am shocked. Have I been transported somewhere. Maybe some black magic. I hear the knock again. There is silence all around. The heroine is sweating and I'm screaming here. The window panes are shaking and a loud guffaw can be heard. I open my eyes and see myself in the buff. I am in that island. An arm comes from behind and slaps me hard on my butt. I hear frantic knocks on my door. I am screaming like crazy. I hear an arm push itself through my window. A voice can be heard. A kind, soothing, familiar voice. I can't seem to see beyond my terror. But my ears are bathed by that kind voice. I recognize the voice. My friend jayshree. My head pulls itself away from the book and rushes with a terrified body to open the door and collapse in gratitude into those welcoming arms.
Thankfully, I am fully clothed unlike that heroine. What happens to that heroine? Hehe. Find out for yourself. You can buy a copy of the book or borrow it from the library.
Well, I have authored the book and you will find it on Amacron. The name of the book?
'I ain't a bluff or in the buff.' #theknockatthewindow
