I climbed those stairs
Knowing every place where it creaked
There was a ghastly silence
Looked door
Reveled itself
Only when i tried the second time
Dust covered every corner
My breath was soaked in the lifeless room
Every detail similar to memory
Just like a place which awaited
7 years for me to return
I placed the striker on the board ready
To fall in the bliss of nostalgia
The footsteps
Grew louder
And louder
Transfixed at the shadow,
My eyes dared to move only when i saw her face
For the next uncountable moments
We played on that table
Match after match
The light bulb above flickered
Pitch black and deep silence
In that locked room
When the lights came on
Scratched on the table "Good game "
Not a living soul in that building except me!!
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