The Forgetful Stranger

The night outside was windy, felt like a storm coming on. Looked like Timmy, my dog too could feel it.

“Well I certainly don’t want to be out in that storm, do you Tim?” I murmured. But a dog tends to be pretty one-sided when in a conversation.

What woke me I don’t know, but I could see that whatever it was, it had awakened Timmy too. He nudged me and whined softly.

The storm had picked up, and the rain was absolutely pouring. “Looks like a cloud burst.” I muttered. Suddenly, the window flew open, and I got down from the bed to close it. When I had closed it and was standing beside it, I thought I saw a movement outside. It was foggy, and I couldn’t see properly. I got back into bed, but could not go to sleep. As I was staring out of the window while lying in bed, I thought I saw someone sitting under the Willow tree that was just a short distance away from my window.

I opened the window and looked out. Yes, someone was sitting there alright. I shouted out to the person, but couldn’t make out whether it was boy or girl.

The ‘person’ replied in a faint voice, the wind tearing his words out of his mouth. I understood this much that he was lost, and needed my help. Immediately, I was out with my umbrella; and soon had him inside.

I could see he was a middle aged man, with masses of untidy black hair. I offered him a towel, because he was absolutely drenched with water. “Here, take this blanket” I said after he had dried himself, and handed him my thickest one.

He seemed very grateful for whatever I said or did. But when I asked his name or address, he seemed blank. Now that I could see him properly, he looked vaguely familiar. “Have I seen that scar somewhere?” I thought referring to the scar on his face.

Then suddenly I remembered. “Of course! How could I forget?” I exclaimed. My nighttime visitor looked at me, confused and asked “Is anything the matter, sir?”

“No, nothing for you to worry about.” I replied. I went straight to my living room and called the hospital authorities.

You see he was actually an Alzheimer patient and lived a couple of streets away. After half an hour or so, his family members and hospital authorities came to collect him.

I actually had seen him on television the other day; with the doctors in front of the hospital. And the image of his scar had struck me, which had indeed proved useful today.

So, I had actually written this a year ago for my school magazine, which I never even got to see due to the lockdown and stuff (figures)......and I found it lying around on my computer.....so decided to post it!

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