Maya had recently shifted to the quiet neighborhood by the creek with her 7-month-old infant.
The rumbles of what was likely to be a full-blown storm , shakes her from the meditative cradling of the baby in the dimly-lit bedroom.
In the darkness of the night , all she could sense was the whistling wind , the fanning trees and the eerie loneliness.
As Maya rushes to shut the swaying window , she notices a lone magically “live” lamppost , highlighting a silhouette in the dark .
Like a bright streak of lightning , Maya sees the silhouette suddenly turn, donning a familiar yet faraway smile, resurrecting images of a remote, obliterated past.
With a rapidly palpitating heart , Maya waits for a miraculous lull.