She heard the faint sound coming behind the door. The same sound came at the same time every day. She was sorting the cutlery and arranging them neatly when she realized it was unusual. The boxes of bristling spoons and the shiny knives were scattered all over the counter. She closed the boxes and concentrated on the sound. The sound became stronger and she felt as if it was coming from somewhere too near. She was terrified and quickly grabbed the sharp cheese knife and started walking.
She realized she had started to sweat and also felt weaker only to realize hot pot of tea going cold over the stove and the marmalade on crispy toast turning soggy. She took deep breaths and kept walking towards it. She calculated the distance separating her from the sound and wished if it could miraculously stop even before she reaches there. She looked at the new lace curtains flying high doing waltz in her newly decorated living room. Potpourri started to scatter by the brush of curtains and she could smell some lavendar, some rose and some jasmine. She walked carefully not to crush them and continued walking. A strong blow of wind came and she turned back to notice the potpourri brutally scattered all over her precious rug. She noticed the mark the heavy marble table had left on the rug and spoilt its perfection. She shirked her shoulder and took a sigh and gripped the knife tightly in her moist hands. The sound was starting to faint and she felt little relaxed, but she kept her pace and moved ahead. The sound was still coming though slightly improved as now she could begin to identify the sound. She thought may be it was a crying kitten or a puppy but then realized it was too strong to be that of a young one. Moving one step closer she realized may be its a pipe leaking from somewhere due to overflow. The grip on the knife soothed with this idea and she bravely moved further noticing a cob web next to the wall clock. The cob web was not there when she had cleaned the house last morning. She stored it in her mind to find some good quality insect spray when she goes next to the market. She had to make friends to know the nearby good markets and places where she can buy some plants for the verandah. That must be it – she thought; someone watering the plants with the sprinklers. But why would someone turn on the sprinklers in middle of afternoon; you either do it early morning or in evenings. Final five steps were left when she was away from the door. Knife was gripped tightly rejecting the notion of sprinklers or kittens or puppies with the firm strength of her hand. Five, four, three, two and she touched the door knob. Honey I am home, and she lost the grip at this sound and the cheese knife fell making a bristling sound while scratching its glass hand.
She hugged him and cried while wetting his not so crisp shirt.