Rebecca had recently celebrated her 24th birthday. Working in a different city had bought her far away from the family. This was her first birthday all alone. All the day she answered the calls, replying to birthday wishes. But in the evening she felt alone; a feeling that she was never acquainted with. She had no friends in the city as it was just a week since she had joined the office. She was still learning to indulge in the colors the city offered. She decided to go by the beach. Maybe the roaring sound of the waves can win over the noise that her loneliness were causing. She picked up her phone, grabbed her little purse, put on her sandals and as she was ready to go someone knocked on her door.

This address was known to her family only. Still reluctantly she answered the door. A man aged around 27 or 28 dressed in white shirt and blue jeans, holding a bouquet of red roses and a cake was standing on her door. She had never seen this man before. “Hi Rebecca! Happy Birthday my love!” My love? She didn't even know his name. Why was he talking to her like that? Rebecca grew nervous and tiny drops of sweat started forming on her forehead. How did this man know her name? Who is he? How does he know it's her birthday today? So many questions had surrounded her and she had answers for none. “Babe let me in” said the man. “I am sorry I think you are mistaken. I don't know you. I can't let you in" answered Rebecca. 

“Babe you need to let me in, only then I can tell you who am I though I am very sure you know me. You can never forget me.” said the man. The utter confidence and the cynical assertion to let him in terrified Rebecca. Within a breath she said “I don't know you! please leave!” and shut the door on his face.

She sat down and tried to appraise what just happened with her. Was that man here for some other Rebecca? That could be a possibility but why was he so sure that she was his Rebecca? Has that man gone or he still standing there? She tried looking out of the peephole. Nobody was there. She felt relieved and decided not to go out anymore. She slipped into her bed replaying in her mind what just happened with her. Her phone rang, it was her cousin Venice. Rebecca answered the call thinking Venice had wished her in the morning then probably she was calling her to know how did she spend her birthday this time. But the reason Venice called was different…(will be continued tomorrow)