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It was Saturday and my parents were not at home. Being alone I could not sleep peacefully. To make matters worse there was an outage. I went to the kitchen and as I lighted the candle suddenly I saw a scorpion crawling across the floor and hid under the bed. I jumped onto the bed out of fear. Scorpions scared me to death. I had a creeping feeling that the scorpion would climb up the wall and sting me.
So I was on tenterhooks until my parents returned. Actually they had gone to attend a wedding party. I had opted out to stay back at home to watch my favourite reality show on TV. Unfortunately, the weather got rough followed by torrential rain. The outage had made things worse. I was scared of the dark so, I did not go out to start the generator.
The sight of the scorpion inside the room had curdled my blood. It was at midnight that I heard the familiar horn of my father’s car. No sooner had I heard the horn than I scampered to the gate and opened it. As soon as my family entered the house, I told them the tale of my woes. My father bent and with the torch saw under the bed. In the farthest corner lay the scary scorpion crouching sticking to the bedpost. My father used a broom to throw the scorpion out. I relieved a sigh of relief. I resolved I would never stay alone at home in future.
It was Saturday and my parents were not home. Being alone, I could not sleep peacefully because whenever I’m alone at home, I’m always aware of every little sound I hear in my surroundings.
To distract my mind from it, I thought that I should watch something on TV but nothing captured my attention so I turned it off after a few minutes. I went to the balcony and looked down in the street. Children were playing cricket and their shouts were echoing in the whole area. I watched them play for several minutes. They were full of energy and on a Saturday evening, that is the best activity they could opt for.
For a moment, I also wanted to go join them to be a part of that excitement but I got that idea out of my mind. I went inside to bring my notebook because to me, everything was complete when it went inside my diary. I started writing in it about those kids, their laughter and happy cries.
After a while, I finished and look at the words for a short interval. I closed the book and looked at the clock. It was about time of my parent’s arrival.