She is afraid of cockroach; I am afraid of her!Dinner was over. After dinner, I was having my last smoke for the day at the terrace. The sky was blue and clear. The moon was floating in the sky. The residential block was quiet. The chowkidar was completing his first round of vigil.
Suddenly I heard a terrible cry. I came down hurriedly. I entered the kitchen. She was shrieking and dancing. I started thinking about some terrible possibilities. A glass made of glass was already broken.
I put on the chappal, moved forward carefully. The culprit cockroach ultimately flew away through the open window of the kitchen. I hurriedly closed the window. The drama was fortunately over. I told the curious chowkidar that everything was alright.
She is afraid of cockroaches. She can do many unimaginable things if she notices cockroaches. And I am very afraid of her during those special moments (when she notices cockroaches).