Mysore Mayhem- Part 5

The next morning I awoke gasping for breath against the pillow being pressed onto my face. With the renewed strength from rested sleep I pushed the pillow off me and started a string of expletives aimed at my cousins only to see a much larger figure run out the window. It definitely wasnt my uncle but my gut instinct suggested I knew the person. I could have taken after him attempting to nab him and perhaps dramatically frame him in the lift or maybe race him down the stairs and miraculously catch him, throw him to the floor and peel off the mask (if he was wearing one) and gasp that it was in fact someone very close to me and stay in that shock till he runs off or slits my throat with a thin blade and then escape letting me rest in a pool of blood a few meters away from the buffet breakfast. Of course I could do all that if it were a movie or fiction but this is real. As real as you and I.

So I did the next logical thing which was to freshen up, trying to recollect the powerful dreams of the night to push the nightmare of the morning to the back of my mind. For every second of the dream remembered and cherished, the unknown dark figure pressing the pillow onto my face kept flashing for a while longer. As soon as I managed to get dressed hoping for the day's sight seeing to be pleasurable,i sat down with my cup of tea staring out the hotel window overlooking the Mysore Palace. The same palace which had reminded me of elegance and filled me with awe,in broad daylight looked as vulnerable as any ancient building (though im not sure if it can be called ancient!). What it did bring to my mind were questions relating to the morning. Was it attempted murder? If yes, why did he run when he could have finished me? Or did he realise that he was murdering the wrong person when I started gasping? But how could he not have realised it when he pressed the pillow to my face? If I settle it as attempted murder, why? I have no known enemies. How did he come in? Why hadnt he locked the door when he had come to do harm?

With so many questions, I left for the buffet breakfast tagging my younger sis along absent mindedly nodding to everything she said and ignorantly agreed to give her one of my favourite chains.