1 The roommate

It's the first time today in three years that I am going to speak with her.

I have lived with my roommate for three years. She is a busy working woman so much that  we never  meet at all. I am asleep by the time she leaves for work or come back.

Today I opened the bedroom door early morning to the view of her sitting on the couch and talking with her friend . She has never brought anyone to visit her in three years. It's weird actually. She looks devastated and her friend looks concerned.

I am too awkward to interrupt their conversation so I slowly tiptoe across the room to the kitchen . I plan to ask her what's wrong once her friend leaves. I slowly try to eavesdrop their conversation to figure out the reason for their anxiety.

I try to control my laughter as my roommate says she feels that the house is haunted. She has never been in the house for more than 10 minutes.I stay at home all day and i have never felt that way before.Absurd!

Thinking at the absurdity of the thought ,I put on the pan to make an omlette for breakfast. I will make her breakfast today as an ice breaker and speak with her.Even though my mom rented out this place to her , we never met each other. Mom moved to the village so even i haven't met her for that matter.

As I put on the pan on the stove, it slips out of my hand and falls to the floor on the way hitting a cup which breaks into pieces. I hear footsteps as they run to the kitchen.

They are scared and her friend screams- visibly frightened. My roommate looks into my eye and then faints . As I rush to her side by carefully avoiding the broken glass, her friend reaches to her side.I can see mom coming through the door. She doesn't even say hi. She concentrates on my roommate. Wait! Why didn't she come to meet me if she was back? And why is she not looking at me? It's been three years that she met her one and only daughter for god's sake.

My mom picks up my roomate with the help of her friend  and rushes out the door. In the chaos, she doesn't l realise that her phone has slipped from her pocket.

I slowly head ahead and picked the phone from the floor. As I was about to reach the door, A flash message from someone popped up on the screen.

"Anniversary of Anne's death."

Who was Anne? . I search her contacts and find one contact with a heart sign on the side. Curious as to know who did she love so much as to put up a reminder and sign, I rang the number from her phone.

As I waited for the phone to connect- from the other end of the room, my phone started ringing..