My Deceptive Window

It was a hot summer day, a glass of lemon juice was in my hand and some boring film was running going on before my eyes. Beside the television was a window through which I looked at the house on the other side of the road. Suddenly I saw someone running inside the house with a dagger in his hand and the girl in front of him, whom I supposed was going to kill her. U was still like a statue, many thoughts came to my mind. “Should I report it to the police or catch him myself”, I said to myself. Few years ago when I went to my uncle’s place to attend his birthday party, I met that girl. She was the daughter of Mr. Shah a friend of my uncle. Recently she shifted to that house. From then we became friends she visited me at the weekends, but every time I met her I saw some fear on her face, I do not know what the reason of her fear was, I never took the pain of asking her. Neither did she ever tell me. The long roll of thoughts finished. I rushed to my friend who was a private detective. I told her all about the incident. Both of us secretively went to the girl’s home. We knocked the door continuously, but no one responded. I felt a sudden power rising inside me and I ran towards the door furiously and broke open the door. The girl was very angry and came to me. She slapped me so hard, that I fell on the ground. “What did you mean by doing this? Idiot!”, she said. “I came to rescue you and you slapped me”, I said to her. “I think because of extreme fear her mind is not working correctly”, my detective friend told me. “What kind of fear?” the girl said angrily. “What kind of fear, you were being murdered by a man”, I said and the murderer appeared to the scene. “He is not a murderer, I am a stage artist and he is the lead actor of this act”, she said. “What!” u exclaimed “But you never told me”, I said to her. “You never asked me, but I am really happy that you are my friend, a friend who can do anything for me”, she said to me. Everyone was laughing and I felt ashamed and ran away from there.