It's funny how little things, perhaps even inconsequential ones, that people say in passing which make a deep impression. They linger in your head and lie sedate till another day just like the one when you had the conversation.
It happened to me a few weeks back when I was returning to my room(hostel) at two in the night with my room-mate. It's a long-winding path to our hostel and the path is heavily laced with trees, especially bamboo trees. My room-mate just mentioned that every grandmothers' ghost story that one has heard as children is associated with bamboo trees. Apparently, bamboo trees are the abode for ghosts! I obviously laughed the matter off.
Yet now, every night when I return alone, I look back over my shoulder. It is absolutely illogical and immature to do so. It is simply a child's fear that I feel. But then, it is and I can't seem to shrug it off.
It is on these lonely nights that the thought rears its head to haunt me and fill me with fears that I thought I had long overcome....