I climbed up the stairs that creaked with every step I trod to reach the attic. Honestly I was glad that the stairs had not collapsed. The attic was dark and dusty and a lot of boxes were kept hastily for me to unpack. I felt creepy- anyone would in this lonely, dark place where even your phone doesn't get signals. But I tried to indulge myself in work, like pushing the heavy carton marked KITCHEN on it downstairs.

It was so heavy, packed up with steel utensils of all kinds- tava (it is a kind of flat pans we use to bake our rotis), a cooker, some glasses, plates and culinary. I pushed it out of the attic and when I reached the stairs, I tried to push it down the stairs one by one as slowly as possible. Unfortunately, it slipped. I rushed to grab hold of the falling carton and I tripped. I crashed down the stairs ready for the impact with the wooden floor anytime. I closed my eyes.

I felt nothing. I waited for a few moments and then opened my eyes. I was lying on the floor. But how? I fell nothing. According to physics, I should have felt it. I should have died of pain. I looked right to see all the stuff lying on the ground in a mess.

I looked above to see the carton. I gasped. The carton was lying in mid-air, about a foot above the ground. I blinked my eyes once again to ensure myself of what I was seeing. However, the sight this time was normal, i.e. the carton was lying on the floor.

Was I imagining stuff? Oh God, the first day and already weird things are happening. Maybe I was too exhausted and genuinely needed some rest. But that I could only do after I set up the kitchen. So I began working.

I tell my Mom everything, but I decided today's small falling episode should be better kept closed otherwise she won't let me stay another moment here alone.

I took out all the plates, glasses and cooking utensils and stacked them in respective shelves in manner. We Indians have a lot of spices with our food. My Mom had already stacked all the spices I could identify- garam masala, pepper, haldi, namak, jeera, elaichis (badi and choti). Finally, after a lot of hard work, passion and dedication, my kitchen was all set.

'Thank you, thank you everyone.' I said to myself. 'I would like to dedicate this proud moment to... the Hargreaves, wherever they are. Thank you for this villa. I would not have completed setting the kitchen if I hadn't bought the villa.' I laughed. I always talked to myself when i felt lonely. That was probably because I was very lonely and had no siblings. And also I daydreamed, and made up a lot of romance stories in my mind about me and some faceless guy which I wanted to happen to me in real life. But they never came true. So I gave up. I have grown more mature over the years I guess.

I opened the first drawer to keep the gas lighter. Guess what I saw? My beloved coffee powder. Yay. I wondered how it suddenly propped up here out of nowhere though. The last time I had checked in all the drawers, the coffee powder was nowhere. It was missing. Maybe Mom was right. Maybe I didn't look. Anyways this was wrong timing, it was time for some dinner and sleep. But an after-dinner coffee won't do any harm, could it?

So I made myself an egg roll, which was easy to make, and then made myself a cup of coffee. I went to the living room and switched on the TV again, gaining all of my courage. Basically all fundamental requirements for survival- like the tv- had been successfully installed by my parents. Oh they understand my needs so much. I wish the above stated line could always be categorized as true.

Now only my clothes were in a separate cardboard box above int he attic, and basic decoration stuff like vases, clocks, curtains etc. We had shifted and set all the furniture here and all of the boxes were transported here by some shifting company via trucks. It was a hectic job and took us a long time- keep an inspection of all the stuff leaving my home and coming here, and going to and fro Delhi and Lansdowne.

Finally, I leaned on the sofa to watch some TV. As soon as I switched it on, everything went black. At first I was shocked but then I realized that there was a power cut. I hate power cuts, they are very rare in Delhi though. I blindly drank my cup of coffee in the dark and when I was sure there was not a drop left, I simple kept it on the sofa and stared blankly at the ceiling. Great, so there would be no TV today. no Indian daily soaps, not even a Bollywood movie. Just fine by me. Maybe.

It was time to sleep. I went to the bed. I fell on it and slept instantly. But I did not realize that this was the last night where everything was going to be normal.