The Hitch-Hiker

I looked up at the crinkled oval face, which illuminated with the blue eyes, and the smile of bliss. “Hitch-Hicker?” She upreared her eyebrow. “Yes” I retorted. She rumbled my hair. “What happened?” She asked again. “Just think what happened” I retorted. Yeah, Hitch-Hicker. It was the frigid morning of the rainy season. My aunt and I were on a journey to my grandma’s home. Through the window, I could see the deciduous trees that had the red palmate leaves, organized in a walnut shape, Elevated ice swathed mountains and the blue sky as the background. I slightly rolled down the window allowing the cold zephyr into the car. As fast as a cheetah, I was sitting with my head resting on the seat with closed eyes. There was a break. “Aunt!” I yawped at my aunt. I looked forward to seeing a girl briskly walking on the road. She had an oval face. An oval face. Although a stranger, Her face was chummy and familiar. My aunt was horned. She briskly walked towards my aunt’s window. She poked at the window. My aunt rolled down her window. “Can I get into your car?” She politely asked. My aunt looked at me. “Ok” I had my reply. She got into our car. “This Way” she started. I looked out of the window. The views transposed from ice to farm, farm to city, and city to ice. Finally the car stopped. “By the way, My name is Santa,” She said as she pulled her luggage. “My name is Martha,” I replied. We shook our hands. Ahead of the car was a giant house. It was painted with black and had its window quivering. Giant, black and open windows had it’s name “Golden temple”.We landed on the road. I felt the hush pull in at the car giving it’s serene look back. I fell asleep by the zephyr. Again a break. I looked at my franks as I opened the lid of my eyes. The blue painted small house with its window occluded, Surrounded by the pink linear stripes with yellow seeds on the middle inside the 3 blue vessels on the white tiles. I got out of the car. I told my grandma what happened. “What are you thinking?” She asked. I told her everything. “Golden Temple?” She quivered. “Yeah” I answered. “There is no one living there. It is an empty house” My grandma terminated and got out of the room to answer my aunt’s call. Leaving me there bemused and speechless.