Tap Tap Tap.
Someone was knocking on the door. She yawned and turned over to the other side of her bed.
Tap Tap Tap Tap.
This time it sounded almost musical. Her lips curved into a smile.
Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap.
The rhythm was getting better and certain. Someone was persistent. She wasn’t made of gooey stuff either.
Tap ..Tap Tap Tap…Tap Tap
The purpose of rapping on the door seemed to have changed. It was knocking no more. The wood of the doors had changed to planes of tabla perhaps. She wondered if she could add some lyrics to it.
Tap Tap..Tap Tap..Tap..Tap Tap
The music was determined and so was the one on whose fingertips it resided. She tried repeating the melody by patting the side of her bed with her knuckles. Pat Pat..Pat Pat..Pat.. She pursed her lips as she forgot the ending note and waited for the next knock.
Tap Tap Tap..Tap Tap Tap..Tap Tap
She could repeat the music to the tee, and realized she was laughing after very many days… or maybe months…. Heck, it had to be the first time in years.
Tap Tap..Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap..Tap Tap
She had to stand up. This someone deserved to have the door open. She picked up her cane and walked down the stairs, one foot at a time…the left one ached too much to support her built. Or, so she thought.
She didn’t care to look through the peephole as she was too eager to see who it was. Anyway, what did she have to lose? Money. No. Family. No. Herself. Definitely no.
She opened the door, and saw a kid trying to fill up the rusty bin with a little more sand, and patting it down with a small log…
Tap Tap Tap..Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap..Tap Tap Tap
The more the sand, the more it needed patting down. So, here was the little maestro! She laughed uncontrollably and clapped with her fragile hands.
The kid looked up with bewildered eyes, his pupils dilating… He stared for five rude seconds and then ran back screaming — Ghosssssssssssssttttttttttttttt…… There is a ghost !