Travelling to any place, I often go out exploring it in the dark.
That night, in a secluded spot under a last quarter moon in a town called Bansuri, I found a besuited man in conversation with himself.
Just as I appeared directly in the line of his vision, he fell silent.
Although struck by the strange sight of a lone man uttering and muttering in the hush of night, I felt like an intruder. So I said: “I’m so sorry. It’s not my intention to come in your way. I’m a sightseer.”
“Not at all”, said he. “Usually no one is around at this hour because the place is known as a haunted one. Here I put to test my dialogue writing skills!”
“May I ask you how?”
“By speaking out loud the dialogues to ascertain if they sound just right.”
“You’re a playwright, I suppose?”
“Kind of, yes. But I keep that a secret!”
“Does it help reading the dialogues aloud?”
“Enormously. My ears tell me what to keep and what to chuck out.”
I then requested him to come to my condo, have some coffee, and talk a little more about his stock of art.
He flashed me an enigmatic smile, and then all of a sudden melted into thin air.