This is a tale of an author, Indian. R K Narayan, whose Malgudi tales are superlative fun. One night he sat up late musing, When he heard on the window pane, some distinctive knocking. Well past midnight, the clock on the wall displayed. The sound to him at that moment didn’t make sense. Morning came with the news about death of an old aunt; She had died past midnight, around the time, the knocking on the window had been heard. The author, in his autobiography talks of this experience and explains- The sound was that of a spirit, his aunt’s, trying to establish connection Before moving on.
This is my attempt to convert into verse, what the famous Indian author R K Narayan has described in his autobiography-"My Days". I have been quite intrigued ever since I read this. Not sure if this is true but since he has mentioned it in his autobiography, I wonder if there isn't an element of truth in his words? Leave it to everyone's interpretation.