The recital initiates from the residence of a former writer, in his late fiftees and early sixty's , experienced many mutinities and was ready to immigrate from this great world, his characteristics defined his personality and his thoughts, accustomed in a lodge which was inherited to him by his poverty-strickened parents was the only valuable object he had, his wife had breathed down her last a few days ago, which left him downhearted as she was the only individual he had whom he sped 31 years with, now was left with her remeberance, the locality he was surrounded with were really engaged with themselves and didn't seem to care about their next door beings. His room/workspace whom he wrote many poems and scriptures was a small expanse which was thronged up with filth as the capability of the aged man depleting as he grew older and thus wasn't compatible of doing any harsh activities. There was a broad desk leading to a wall with a window which revealed the front yard of the chalet, in which no foliage seemed to grow, the walls needed urgency of being repainted and paint seemed to be thrashed off completely, exposing a dark tinge wall. Besides the table were two bookshelves who occupied most of the space in the room, a rusted chandelier hanged off from the roof from which a little light could be produced, the grey bearded native sat on the chair which lay against the window wall from which a library of ideas would revealed to him which caused him to write some splendid scriptures and poems which enlighted many people.
Besides the chalet of the old male was a towering wall which provided confinement to the area, on the left hand side stood a lanky, historic weeping willow tree which had a lot of algae on it's trunk and acted as a accommodation to many species and seemed like it was cursed by some spiritual activity, besides that perched a long arc pole which produced a great mass of light which lighted the whole boulevard, the pole stood upto 10-15 ft high and the light produced by it could blind a person if he stood near the pole, as the pole produced a bright beam of light, as the tree stood as an obstacle in the way of the light, it caused it to cast a shadow of the tree onto the leggy wall, which created a grim vibe. Besides the pole was a forsaken homestead, in which the previous British landlord died because of a heart attack, after his sudden demise, the house was left forsaken for many decades and wasn't occupied by anyone
After sunset when the evening fell upon those who observed it, the patriarch sat on a creaky chair in his uncultivated garden, having a sip of his tea, reading one of the books from his library and induring the positivity in the atmosphere as he recollected his memories with his spouse, with moisture in his eyes, began to observe the leggy barricade besides his house, as he remarked the shadow of the tree, there casted another profile of a girl it seemed like, as he glanced at it further, he got assured that it was actually a girl and not his fascination as he thought about his wife, his eyes were fixed on the shadow incasted on the wall and as his attention to it grew further, he perceived that the shadow was being emitted from the deserted abode, it seemed like the young lass was sobbing in the light of her blight. Days started to advance and the elder gentlemen distinguished all his attention onto the dam like wall where he last saw the contour of the girl, the elder man always saw her weeping and whimpering as he observed her body gestures and his feelings grew more and more for her, the shadow of the lass casted on the leggy wall only after sunset or only at hours of darkness. Whenever the gentlemen saw her incasted shadow, he always observed her body language to be weeping, so he presumed that she was confined in the residence and was being maltreated and thus he saw her weeping, he decided to interlude for a couple of days to see if the shadow disappeared or not. After a fortnight or so, he again began to observe the wall and again the outline of the girl was projected onto the wall. His curiosity began to deepen and he marked his intention to liberate the girl from the frightening construction.
In the evening, just after sunset, the wrinkly faced man sought of a strategy to somehow reach the balcony which was stationed on the second story of the house, he, overcoming his depleting health and rusted bones distincted to climb to the balcony using a stepup ladder and try to somehow enter into the residence and free the girl from the barbarous people who seemed to torture her. He then grasped a step up ladder from his stockpile and positioned it just underneath the balcony, he with all his might pulled himself up the rasping ladder, his feet began to shrug as his bones weren't capable of performing any jarring activity, a cold sprine ran down his spine as he thought of the girl when climbing up the ladder, the adrenaline was readily flowing inside of his body and body hair stood stiffly on their ends, his heart raced like a horse as he neared the porch, he could hear every heartbeat of his because of the fright of what might be standing in the balcony, but he built his courage and continued ascending up the set of steps, his shredded shoes when made contact with the surface of the ladder let of a weird sound as the sole of the footwear was made of pure resilient material. As he neared the balcony and there were only a pair of steps left that were left unclimbed, he again reconsidered his decision to unconfined the girl or not, but his intentions were left unchanged and with a lot of guts, he climbed the rest of the steps and reached his destination and what he observed in the room left him astounded!!
As he examined the room, he surveyed two kids, sibling it seemed like, one boy and one girl holding a puppet in their hands and flaring it against the light of the pole which casted a shadow of a onto the monstrous wall. The two siblings began to glance at the old gentleman with curiosity present on their facial expressions, He instead of confronting them swiftly climbed back down the ladder with a grin on his face due to the misunderstanding created by his false imagination. As he travelled back to his cottage, he went into his room, sat on his creaking chair and uttered to himself:
" Don't believe in everything you see, even salt looks like sugar"