The Dancing Lights

Off. On. Off. On.

The flickering lights were a daily thing now. At odd times of the night, when night would blanket the buildings, the whole neighborhood would go to sleep, leaving nothing but the streetlights on; the lights from that particular window of the apartment would begin their dance as if calling out to the stars, as if it was some kind of signal. Over the last few days I've noticed the flickering follows a pattern and wasn't just a random play with the light switch someone was up to.

My patience is not something I'm very proud of and off I went the very next day to investigate the mysterious dancing lights. Oddly enough, the building looked strange in the day time. Either the sunlight was playing with my eyes or my eyes were missing the comforting starlight in which I could easily tell which window blinked at me and which one was heightening my curiosity so much that I stayed awake during nights in spite of getting caught by that nasty boss for sleeping at work.

Loitering around the building a few more minutes, I decided to scoot off before the watchman concluded that I was planning to burgle there later on.

Off. On. Off. On.

There it was, again. I had to do something this time. It was pointless to go stalking blinking lights at midnight. My parents would confirm their worst fears that their only son had gone cuckoo. There was only one thing I could possibly do - try and get her attention all the while assuming that it was a girl who was doing this.

Off. On. Off. On.

I followed suit and waited to see if my signals had been noticed and whether there would be any response.

Off. On. Off. On. Off. On.

Three times. It wasn't the normal practice. Usually there were only two repetitions and then it would be total darkness. Does that mean she saw my signal? My heart was beating somewhere in my throat and my curiosity knew no bounds.

I decided to signal again, impatient to see if there would be another set of the dancing lights.

Off. On. 

Off. On. Off.

That was the final straw. I needed to know what was happening and who was behind these dancing lights that were giving me sleepless nights. The  mystery girl who romanced the light switch had begun to occupy a special corner in my heart. It was impossible for me to sneak out of the house without waking mum. I would have to wait for few more days... till it was Saturday when I could go out late at night without my family raising their eyebrows at me.

Hoping that it would definitely be a 'she' who would probably have a sad heart breaking tale of a broken family or some other tragic personal tale that she would share with me tickled the writer in me as I turned over and closed my eyes. 

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About Bhavya: 

I write to free myself, all the while trying to engage you a bit more, trying to learn from every step I take. A hopeless romantic and believer in fairy tales, books, friends, music and food soothe my soul and rejuvenate me like nothing else. Secretly desirous of being a world famous author, i weave tales on my blog about people, relationships and emotions. I blog at Ishithaa. 

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