7.45 pm

Knock, Knock!!!

Is there a knock? I wondered. To confirm my guts feeling, I went and opened the door. What I could see, at that moment, was unbelievable. Prior to the knock at the door, I was busy watching a documentary on Bill Clinton. So the moment I thought I saw Mr. Clinton at the door, I felt that I was hallucinating, all fake and expecting myself to be in trance, closed the door quietly. I convinced myself about whatever I’ve seen is all twaddle because if that was the real Mr. Clinton standing in front of me, at my door steps, was supposed to be with Monica or at least with Hilary. But so wasn’t the case.

So I made my move towards the settee, to proceed with my work. It was 7.45 pm in the evening. Before I could grab my seat, heard the “knock” again. Now I got confused with the real world and the matrix. Many points, ideas, (simple, complex, both) rushed through my mind. A question visited me frequently with a huge terror with it every single time and the question was, “What if I see the same Bill Clinton again?” Now this wasn’t the same question mark we get to see everyday. The font size of question mark was 72, probably, yes it was, and the colour was BLOOD RED.

Gathering all sorts of GUTS I had with me and praying to GOD for the BEST, I managed to reach the door. I touched my ear to the door and heard voices that resembled to the voice of Mr. Clinton and could hear few other voices which sounded like “security guards”, “take charge”, etc.

Now it was horrifying for me to hold it anymore. I just opened the door. All I could see was Mr. Clinton eager to shake hands and all I heard was “How are you Advocate Madiwale?”