Who is that?

It was late at night. I was as usual awake. I wasn't restless today. I would be soon. But till then, I shall be ok! I went upto the Lounge. Maybe there will be some who are unsuspecting, today. I haven't been there in a long time. There is a weird feeling there. One I haven't felt often. The last I experienced it was when I was having dinner at that family's house. It was a nice dinner.

Suddenly, my eyes see a story. Somehow, I'm drawn to it. I wonder why. I read on. Each word describes me. I wonder how this place understood me. My life. My Modus Operandi. I looked on. Read and re-read. I wondered who this person was. One of my kind? Not possible! There isnt a person like me for miles here. I know it. I have lived here for centuries. I would have known. I would have recognised the familiar, faint smell of my fellows. Here, I can smell only human blood. The one I cant resist. I can smell love here. That which I cant stand.

I felt drawn to this person. The person who could read my mind. Who had described an event in my life which happens almost everytime I'm thirsty. Who is that person? I have to find out. They are next on my radar.

I find her. I'm perched on her window. Watch her sleeping.


(Ps: Am I unclear in this post? I'm sorry for my inactivity especially while commenting. Blogger is blocked at the hospital. But I do read thanks to google reader. But, I'm so beat when I get home. The computer is last thing I want. So I'm really sorry! I do read you.)