Chrys is off to HK and Singapore on a business trip and I'm left alone at home. If my mom were here she would come down to give me company, but unfortunately she's only reaching India next week.

My cook asked me if I was scared. I said I'm not scared since there is a good security system in the building. However, I remember the first time I had to stay alone when I was at my old home. That was for a duration of 6 months. I used to be scared of the monsters under the bed and behind my closet. I was terrified of the assortment lizards and cockroaches that would enter my house. I spent sleepless nights sitting at the window and watching the bats flying around and listening to the owls hooting away.

So last night I assured myself that there was nothing to be scared of and went off to sleep only to be woken around dawn with large clanging and banging noises. First I thought that someone was bursting fire-crackers. Then my mind ran wild and imagined a shoot-out somewhere close by (I know, I watch too many movies). Finally I decided to get up and investigate. I looked out of the window facing the road and saw some workers trying to push a heavy piece of equipment to a spot. This thing did not have wheels so they were using the ancient method... two steel pipes were put on the ground and this equipment was loaded on top and rolled on them. Then the pipe behind would be taken out and brought up front and the process continued. The clanging noises were them shifting the pipes and the banging noise was the equipment hitting the ground everytime they rolled it forward. I wanted to scream at them and ask them to stop. Then I remembered that I was alone at home and didn't want them exacting revenge on me (Yeah, yeah... very filmy)