It was Monday, and I was eagerly awaiting the arrival of New Year. I had finished my breakfast and sat down to start my homework. After completing my assignments, my friends called me to go down to the garden and play. I asked my mom for permission, and she allowed me to go. We went to the garden, and I was preparing for my upcoming inter-school basketball tournament with my friends. After some time, we went to the market to buy drinks and snacks. As we were returning home, about 10 meters away, a man accidentally bumped into me, handed me a paper, and apologized. After a brief chat in the garden, my friends and I went our separate ways.
When I was about to hang my coat on the hook at home, a paper fell out of its pocket, revealing an address. The address belonged to a house just two streets away. The next day, after school, my friends and I went to check out the house. On the doorstep, there was a mobile phone number, which we called, and an elderly man answered. It seemed that he was the one who bumped into me and placed the paper in my coat pocket. I quickly took the phone from my friend and asked, “Why did you intentionally bump into me and leave a note in my coat?”
The elderly man on the phone replied, “Because I wanted you to see the inside of that house. People don’t want to see my artworks, so I try to show them this way.” He told us that the key to the door was under the rug. We found the key, but when we tried to unlock the door, it wouldn’t budge. Perplexed, we tried calling the man again, but his phone was dead. We pondered over the situation, tried various methods to open the door, but nothing worked. Exhausted, we dispersed and went to sleep.
The next day, we returned to the same place after school and attempted alternative ways to enter the house, but the door remained unyielding. Finally, an idea struck me, and I presented it to my friends, who enthusiastically approved. The plan was to cross over to the roof of the adjacent building using ropes. We ascended the neighboring building using the fire escape, set up the apparatus swiftly, threaded the ropes through, and one by one, we crossed over to the roof of the house. The last friend barely made it across before the rope snapped.
Entering through the roof access ladder, we found ourselves inside. To our amazement, the entire interior was meticulously painted and breathtaking. I exclaimed, “This is the best place I’ve ever seen in my life.” When I got home, I shared the entire incident with my family, even showing them pictures of the house.
