It was raining heavily. Abhishek was all alone at home. The sound of thunder frightened him. It looked as if gods and demons were fighting in the sky. He went up to the bookshelf and took out a novel. Raj Gupta has always been his favourite. Again there was a frightening sound of thunder. He tried to concentrate on the novel but another interruption drew his attention. The sound of the doorbell alarmed him. They couldn't be his parents. He looked at the wall clock. It was ten minutes past three. Usually, they came after six in the afternoon. The doorbell sounded again. Who could have been at the door? "Who is there?" he cried. No reply. Another ringing. He was instructed by his parents not to open the door without proper identification. "Should I answer the bell or not?", thought Abhishek. He should first prepare himself for an unpleasant encounter. He went inside the store and came out with a hammer. He hid it behind the door. He could use it if the emergency made him do so. But still, he must make sure who was at the door before he opened it. He cried once again, "Who's at the door?" No reply. No movement of steps either. He took the hammer and held it in one hand and proceeded to open the door. There was a roaring sound of laughter. "Abhishek - O Abhishek. Why don't you open the door?" There was no doubt about it. It was his father who was calling him standing at the door in the rain. He rushed forward to open the door. "Why are you holding the hammer in your hand?" asked his father. What could he say? He fumbled for words. His father gave a broad smile. Perhaps, he could understand Abhishek's predicament.
By : P. E. Maanas Narayanan
II B. A. Communicative English
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