What’s The Time ???

Cozy, comfortable and in deep slumber, it’s way past midnight but there is time for day to break. I hear loud gong of doorbell. In half sleep and half awake state i reach out to phone and check time. It’s 3.00 am. Now I am confused, did I really hear the door bell or I imagined it? Settling on the later I am thinking of going back to sleep when it rings again. Confused , afraid, frightened . I start considering all the possible options since it’s such an ungodly hours. Who could it be ??? 
Thief ?? He probably won’t choose to come from main door and definitely not seek permission by ringing bell.

Neighbour ??? May be they need help but hello they have much larger family , 24x 7 driver and full time help. And they definitely won’t need sugar or milk at this hour.

Guard ?? Has any pipeline bursted ? Electric wire on fire ??? Unlikely otherwise they would have cut the power first and water doesn’t concern them much , gallons of water wastage is harmless and would not require immediate attention. By the way , it has happened in past and they waited till morning to inform us.

Ghost ?? I don’t think they come through doors.

Maid’s boyfriend ??? I think he would rather call her on cell then ring main door bell , in case they are planning to elope. 

Then who is it ???

Imagining all I could, I garner all my strength and come down the steps, heart beating at 240 and palms sweaty though it’s 9 degrees outside. Frightened , curious I open the door and find tall bulky South Indian dude in ripped jeans and leather jacket …. Madam your taxi is here. I am in zombie state, trying to make sense of what he is saying because I am definitely not going anywhere at 3 in the morning. He insist that he is on time and is all ready to take the passenger to airport. As soon as I hear that I get it . He mistook PM for AM . It’s 3.00 in the evening, when he is required but in all his enthusiasm he is here 12 hours early. What an anticlimax , no ghost , nobody is eloping , no pipeline bursting . Disturbed my sleep for nothing .

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